Girlies

I am almost a girly girl. Almost not into sports, don’t care a damn’s worth about the latest cars or phones or whatever the boys want these days. I would almost always prefer anything over beer and I drink diet soda. One of the main things that bother me about a rainy day is that my hair will get frizzy. I own more shoes than I own socks or underwear and I pack at least 5 pairs when I am travelling for more than 5 days. I would rather go tanning than bowling, and I have spent countless hours online window- shopping for hand-me-down fashion and vintage thrift stores. Needless to say, I can’t wait for the new Sex and the City movie.

Girly girls should not be confused with the sophisticated girls, the Joan Holloways from Mad Men, the Bree Van De Kamps from Desperate Housewives. They are the adorable nice girls, who may do all the things us girly girls do but who could also wear white without worrying about spilling something on it, who wouldn’t trip on flat surfaces and who couldn’t sneeze without a hand kerchief to save their lives. The neat-freaks who always do the cleaning with gloves on; the prim and proper girls who would never have anything stuck in between their teeth.

I wish I was that girl but I know how much fun it is doing the goofiest of things. We can make you laugh at our incompetence with operating the jukebox when completely sober and with our loud renditions of cheesy love songs when not. We are fun, we are cute.  You know you love us Girly Girls. <3

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