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To: Rambi who wrote (18791)3/10/1999 12:25:00 PM
From: Thomas C. White  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 71178
 
I grew up in the "heat of battle" -- the infamous "haltertop wars," when indignant girls were sent home summarily suspended for impudent displays of navels contrary to the school dress code (this was followed in train by the "hotpants wars, same basic script); when blue jeans were worn with holes extending so far around the knees to the back that they held on quite literally by a thread, to where one good tug on each cuff would turn them into cutoffs.

I found the Catholic girls to be the most brazen in their flouting of authority -- perhaps it was because they were so accustomed when in parochial school to furtively hiking up their hems a few inches when the nuns were not looking, and hurriedly pasting on lipstick right out the door from Wednesday afternoon catechism.



To: Rambi who wrote (18791)3/11/1999 12:47:00 AM
From: JF Quinnelly  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 71178
 
Wasn't it nice of me to dredge up that depressing junk? You're welcome. Always glad to share.

In my senior year my English teacher assigned us Camus' The Plague. Great, what I really needed was a bleak existential downer novel to add to the mix. My impression of Camus was B.F.D., I already knew I was living an utterly pointless existence, and didn't need his help to figure it out.