Lina Foeb
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I have never met Darlene Mai Roberts. But I feel almost obligated to confirm our friendship as this is the most amazing profile picture i have ever seen in my life.
Trust me Facebook, I would love nothing more than to reconnect with Gene Parmesan.
I recently got a chance to go back to where I went to college to talk to the kids about the importance of social networking. Kids these days. Anyway, I stumbled upon this picture of Eleanor Roosevelt on the front steps of one of the buildings on campus and it gave me chills.
Franklin
This is my boyfriend Frank. He’s great because he says stuff like this all day:
There is nothing more terrifying than the awkward years
Halloween is a tough holiday for those on the cusp of youth and adulthood. When is it appropriate to stop trick or treating? I think the rule should be that if you have pubic hair it’s time to throw in the towel and accept that every Halloween from then on will be disappointing.
Exhibit A:
Exhibit B:
Yes, that is the 9th grade version of me. And yes, this was the last year I went trick or treating. I should have taken a page out of the book of Freaks and Geeks saved myself the disappointment.
Newport Lights
This photo encapsulates everything I ever wanted to be when I was a little girl.
Badass.
It has in recent years come to my attention that there are 2 kinds of girls in this world
1. The badass wild banshee type. The girls who preferred to drive cars rather than sit shotgun in them. The girls that knew every word to every song Stevie Nicks ever sang. The girls who caught the drum stick at a Rush concert. Etc.
2. Then there are the girls who have just googled “wild banshee” for the sake of accurate spelling. The girls who feel the need to end a descriptive list in “etc.”
Guess what group I fall into. I think I love this photo mostly because it evokes the very second I realized I was a googler. In the days before google was even a thing.
In 1989 I was 5 my aunt Gina was 18. She was the epitome of one of these girls. She drove stick and she drove fast. She had the best-feathered bangs I have ever seen (past, present, probably forever). She smoked Newport lights on the steps of my grandpa’s porch when he wasn’t home.
One fateful day, she flicked the butt of her Newport light from her perfectly pink frosted lip glossed lips under the porch and went back into the house. Inevitably to listen to a record I’m still not cool enough to listen to or to return a phone call from Axl Rose. Who knows.
This is when I made my first attempt at badass. I shimmied under the porch towards the coolest of cool accessories. Not a bangle bracelet, not a punk rocker boyfriend but the remains of a lit cigarette. They say you never forget your first kiss, I can tell you right now I really don’t remember my first real kiss. I know it was at night and it was brief. I can tell you I will never forget that first pull off of a cigarette.
Long story short, I may or may not have vomited under my grandpa’s porch in the summer of 1989. And that is what I think of when I look at this photo. Vomit and awesome.
