Where It All Went Wrong
Anyway, today I found myself absentmindedly asking if someone's 21-year-old brother was cute, which is ridiculous for myriad reasons, not the least of which is that I'm 16 and he's far too old for me. And suddenly, I had a revelation - my problems today all stem from reading this single book - #8: Boy-Crazy Stacey. Oh yeah, and the entire Sweet Valley High series. Where were my parents?? How could they have let me consume this drivel???? WHY DID STACEY SPELL HER NAME WITH A GODDAMN EXTRANEOUS "E"??
Ann M. Martin, wherever you are, we need to talk. I was a feminist! You ruined me!
Although I suppose I should consider the alternative ... Gossip Girls, anyone? Yikes. I may be boy-crazy, but I didn't have a coke problem at the age of fifteen. By 17, though ... oh wait. Nope. Not then either.
Nothing like starting off Monday morning with a healthy dose of holier-than-thou-kids-today nostalgia.