I went shopping at lunch time today which I obviously didn�t realise that due to the position of Mercury should not have been attempted. The place was teaming with giggling teenage girls. Normally when I go shopping it�s before 1 o�clock which is the Giggling Hour in most cultures. I was in Valley Girl (yes I know it sounds incredibly fashionable and yes, most of it is) and I decided to take most of the garments off the racks to try on. I was in search of winter clothing for work. A jacket, a few skirts, some cardis and maybe a pair of earrings. I picked the smart casual separates, I haven�t got my Prissy license yet, thank God. I just couldn�t stand walking around like one of those prissy little blonde things (it�s a rule, they have to be blonde, and I�m not saying it�s every blonde so calm down blondes who want to yell at me) all the time. I would possibly throw up.

So I stood in line whilst the Prissys tittered all around the changing booths. I got into my own booth (just discovered that once I use the word booth once in an entry I feel like it�s the ugliest word in the world, weird) and started trying on my jacket, three skirts and two cardis. Giggles, f&*%ing giggles, I was surrounded by them. And cries of �Does this look okay?� even though you know they don�t have to worry about their butt or hips because they haven�t even hit puberty yet. And then I emerge to see that two of the three in the group that were giggling the loudest are wearing the same skirt and shoes. I know it�s hard to be an original in this world girls but you could try to be just a shade different to your friends, even a different coloured skirt could make a world of difference.

But my favourite bit was yet to come. They (and when I say they I mean the Prissys as a giant entity, they were all over the freaking store) were standing in front of the jewellery/bags/belts section and I was wanting to just quickly grab a pair of earrings I�d been looking at when I was standing in line for the booths (yuck that word again) and escape before I accidentally throttled one of the Prissys. One of them picked up the pair of earrings I was looking at and started shuffling through the rack of the rest of the earrings. I waited patiently (which by this time was a real challenge) until she�d put them back, then reached over to claim my prize. She and the Prissettes turned to look at me and gave me a look that said oh-my-god-your-skirt-is-long-your-shirt-isn�t-tight-you�ve-got-no-makeup-on-and-you�re-boots-are-so-last-season-how�d-you-even-get-in-here-with-that-outfit? Yes their look said exactly that. For the ordinary person it�s a tough one to master but for the Prissy it�s a rite since birth.

This entry is sooo five minutes ago

Tyd

16 April 2002 - 3:21 pm

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