Eighties Day in Cheap JAPland
Like most cute Freshmen, I incurred the wrath of the Cheerleading Squad for the one year I attended public high school in la Jerz. Their disdain for me specifically may or may not have had something to do with my briefly dating the quarterback. (That cliche is so priceless, I actually just LOL-ed).
It was the Squad’s performance at the school’s annual Lip Sync that made me unable to hate them back. They took the stage to the tune of The Go-Gos’ “We Got The Beat,” and Rocked. The. House. These girls didn’t just look fab in legit eighties garb - legwarmers, off-the-shoulder sweatshirts, neon, sweatbands, the WORKS - they had serious moves to boot. It was one of those triumphant high school moments that only happen in movies (kind of like the final dance sequence of Step Up!). Nope, I didn’t hate them. I wanted to be them.
So, to honor high school, the eighties, and Cheerleaders, I’m wearing purple leggings today. And rocking out to the GoGos. And I already wore this getup out in public, because looking deliberately silly is sometimes incredibly liberating.
(Leggings culled from the only semi-creepy Deals and Discounts (alias DII) on the less-gentrified side of Park Slope for $2.99. I shit you not. More on the absurdly low prices of DII after my next trip).
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