maybe i should move to the south valley
When I was in 8th grade Lori Turner and I modeled (ok, I use that word loosely) for this local paper in valley girl like clothes. Which was totally ridiculous because we lived in North Shore Milwaukee, not in the San Fernando Valley where valley girls originated.
So now some um a few years later I've done everything I can to extract myself from the obnoxious, jappy life I knew for 17 years by boycotting all those things that little rich, snooty teenage girls take for granted, moving to northern California, getting tattoos, sleeping with girls, living in a tent, marrying a hippie farmboy, etc. and then I find this friend from high school and we start to catch up and one of his emails says:
and almost undoes everything I've tried so hard to rebel against for the last 25 years. But not quite. I gotta find that picture of me and Lori Turner. We don't even look like valley girls, we look like 13 year-old spoiled Japs with feathered hair and stupid outfits from Wisconsin circa 1982.
As a side note, while our parents thought we were such well-behaved young suburban teens, Lori, Lisa, and I got into lots and lots of trouble together. And lots. Ok.
Anyway...
So now some um a few years later I've done everything I can to extract myself from the obnoxious, jappy life I knew for 17 years by boycotting all those things that little rich, snooty teenage girls take for granted, moving to northern California, getting tattoos, sleeping with girls, living in a tent, marrying a hippie farmboy, etc. and then I find this friend from high school and we start to catch up and one of his emails says:
"My family and I still have a little running joke about the way you and my sister Julie used to talk to each other, in Milwaukee-Jewish-Valley Girl-ese"
and almost undoes everything I've tried so hard to rebel against for the last 25 years. But not quite. I gotta find that picture of me and Lori Turner. We don't even look like valley girls, we look like 13 year-old spoiled Japs with feathered hair and stupid outfits from Wisconsin circa 1982.
As a side note, while our parents thought we were such well-behaved young suburban teens, Lori, Lisa, and I got into lots and lots of trouble together. And lots. Ok.
Anyway...
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