Always Duckie, never Blane.
In the middle of trying to think of magazine articles to pitch, I leap towards the soothing embrace of Southern Preppy Blogs. Only, I end up on a blog telling me that I'm not invited, that it's private, that I'm a loser. And it's eighth-grade all over again and I don't have in Izod Lacoste shirt.
posted by Unknown at 2:22 PM
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Why do we all have to relive 8th grade over, and over and over......
Fast forward, next year...your book is a runaway national bestseller and every Southern Preppy is beating a path to your blog. Do you let them in? Or do you make them beg in that lower jaw drawl,promising bloody's with Bitsy and (gasp) that perfect Fair Isle sweater ?
What is a girl to do?
Peace - Rene
you also need the deck shoes with no socks tied in those "special" knots.
it's ok - I liked Duckie better anyway.
Duckie got in at the end though. Have hope!
Ohh--for me it was black velvet pants and a baby pink or blue satin blouse. My grandmother went to Montreal and bought me a pair of forest-green velvet trousers and a deep burgundy blouse--much more attractive, really, but not *the right colors* for the in set. But I haven't conformed since (happily), so there you go.
LOL Maybe the blog was written by 8th graders. Who else could display that type of mentality to bring us right back to the same time in our lives when we were treated like that (or worse, acted like that)?
For me, it would have brought me back to not having a pair of tennis shoes like Starsky had ("Starsky & Hutch").
Fortunately, after quite a bit of begging and pleading, I was allowed to purchase those shoes and all was right with the world again. Did you ever wind up getting that Izod Lacoste shirt?
It took me a minute to get the Duckie/Blaine reference. Of course, if you ARE an invited reader, you could take the Groucho Marx approach, and refuse to be a part of any club that would have you as a member.
Blane? That's a major appliance, that's not a name!!!
Hmmm.
Write your article about THAT!
Probably she just doesn't want the world looking at photos of her kids. Maybe she had a creepy commenter or something?
And anyway, I always liked Duckie WAY more than Blaine. I was really bummed when he didn't get what's-her-name in the end.
I went and looked at those blogs after you commented the other day. OMG what a world I never knew existed.
I have found myself hooked, not by respect or interest in their what they are doing - just because I sit there with my mouth open saying - wtf, are these people serious, GET A LIFE girls.
I must say, when I feel like not liking Americans, they make it really easy.
Alas, poor Quinn!
I am about to date myself in this next sentence....spoiler alert!
In first grade it was "Go-Go Boots" for me. My parents absolutely, resolutely refused to purchase such silly footwear. After all, I had flat feet and needed to wear "corrective shoes" - saddle oxfords with special inserts which ended up deforming my feet in the end.
I was a social outcast from that moment on, save the one time in 6th grade when they saw fit to purchase me a Nehru-collared cullote dress in funky print.
I wear that badge of courage proudly.
I agree with Jakarta Rocks, I was very surprised a bit disappointed when you sang the praises of the Southern bloggers. I thought you'd appreciate something more REAL. As a transplanted yankee to the South, I can tell you that there's very little of real substance behind the pretty - in real life as well as on the blogs.
Why so nasty, ladies? It says nothing good for you that you judge someone by a blog and a love of coordination. As for substance - again, it is a blog, not everyone wants to put all of their most personal and intimate details out on the internet.
I'm torn between hoping it was a Southern blogger's private blog you tried to visit, and hoping it was mine.
I had a former friend become a vicious troll stirring up unnecessary trouble every chance she got, as thus made my blog private, for invited readers, only.
I'd be happy to add you to the list of my invited readers, Quinn, but it requires an email address to invite you. If you're interested, you can email me in response to this comment.
If it wasn't my blog, and you're not interested, I won't take it personally.
But whether or not it was my blog, don't feel like Duckie. There are many reasons why people have private blogs. You are among the coolest of the cool, and any of us would be privileged to have you as a reader.
Izod. Ouch.
I recently entered the Land of Facebook (big mistake) and while getting "(unnamed person) has added you as a Friend" emails, I noticed that one of them was from a girl that was in the popular group in elementary school. She wanted ME to be HER Facebook friend! Yes, admittedly, it made me feel good in a weirdly inner-child kind of way.
Not sure what 8th grade was like but I remember you from 3rd grade - very hip, very cool. I posted a comment on your website - looking for my long, lost elementary best friend!
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