So let the Socs have their polished saddles. Let the world call them rough. These women riding Ponyboy know the truth: they’re not running from the lot. They’re running toward the horizon he saw— the one where nothing fades, and every girl with grease in her blood gets to be gold forever.
In the context of the title "Women Riding Ponyboy," the term Women Riding Ponyboy
This is not cosplay. This is functional femininity. Women riding Ponyboy prove that you can have calloused hands and perfectly braided hair simultaneously. You can smell like horse sweat and expensive leather. So let the Socs have their polished saddles