In support of the newly released ‘Like Mandarin’- Kristan Hubbard’s debut novel, I’m spilling my guts about those embarrassing I-wanna-be-like-you chick crushes I had in my younger years.
I would have given anything to be like :
Cher from ‘Clueless’
I didn’t have to practice it in the mirror. The tips of my thumbs would touch with pointers extended as I snobily drawled ‘Whateeever !’. I’m not ashamed I went out and bought the mock catholic skirts, knee socks and mary janes. I even wanted to dye my hair blond but my mother wouldn’t let me. So I secretly bought bottles of ‘Sun-In’ and sprayed the shit out of those floppy locks whenever I thought I could get away with it. Cher had it all- she was beautiful, rich, popular and had boys falling over themselves. I watched ‘Clueless’ on a loop throughout eighth grade.
I would have given anything to talk like : Buffy
‘Wow, That was boring.’ -nuff said.
I could never quite manage: ‘The Rachel’
Try as I might, my stringy, flat, partially bleached hair just wouldn’t pop and tuck enough to offer the beauty of what was once referred to as ‘The Rachel Doo’.
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