On the subway this morning I was privy or nosily listening to the following conversation:
Cool Girl 1: Omigod did you see what that person wrote on my facebook wall yesterday? What a bitch. Talk about mean, is it my fault that I’ve had a few boyfriends?
Cool Girl 2: Well someone left a msg on my wall saying there is no need to wear three different eye shadows at once, and clothing is not optional. The nerve, every cosmetician knows that three colors are a must and sue me, I love being naked..”
Not so Cool Girl 1 & 2: Eagerly listening to the conversation, as luck would have it the crowded subway has pushed them all together, careful conversation and a well timed line of agreement is going to get them into this conversation…..
Cool Girl 1: Well I love your make up and I love you
Token Gay Guy friend: They are all just jealous, I love you for being slutty and I love you for wearing too much eye make up…
Not So Cool Girl 1: (piping in) We all love you….
Not So Cool Girl 2: Nods Vigorously in agreement
Cool Girl 1: As if hearing a voice from heaven looks around, and then looks at Not So Cool Girl 1, and says, “Thanks, But I don’t even know your name, (To Cool Girl 2) Do you know her name?
Not So Cool Girl 1: That’s okay, my name is XXX, we actually have three classes together…but you may not recognize me, I’ve put on a lot of weight since like grade school….
Cool Girl 1: Oh God Girl, don’t you dare say your fat, your beautiful, you just need a bit more make up and wohooo…..
Cool Girl 2: I could teach you a thing or two….
Not So Cool Girl 1 & 2: Omigod would you????
Not So Cool Girl 2: (Rather earnestly) My grandmother tries to make me eat all the time, but I refuse…..
Suddenly we are at Bloor, and boom the two groups are separated….The cool girls retreat to prime seats, whilst the Not So Cool girls are relegated to the back of the train, wistfully looking on, wondering how long it will take for the Cool girls to forget their newly learnt names…