friday august 23rd
i dig bad girls
i really respect bad girls. when i see a girl strutting down the street, her eyes circled with black kohl, sneering at strangers, i am filled with admiration. bad girls always know what they want.
bad girls pee standing up. bad girls don't care what boys think of them. bad girls don't care if other girls are jealous of them. bad girls make fishnets look good. bad girls make bored looking into beautiful. ditto how they sneer.
as i've got older, i've noticed fewer bad girls in my life. there were a whole bunch of them at my school. they'd skip p.e. to smoke cigarettes in the boys bathroom, steal make-up they didn't even need from boots, and talk about orgasms in maths. most of the girls at college were prissy and try-hards. one girl in my art history class was very much a bad girl, however. when she did turn up to class, she'd often leave half way through. she twisted her hair into dreads and while everyone worried about graduation, she'd smoke cigarettes and tell us funny stories about our professor who was friends with her parents.
one of the best things about bad girls is that they are totally down with the concept of sisterhood. they aren't the kind of girl who dump their girlfriends as soon as a boy-shape comes into their lives. they hardly ever fuck other girl's boyfriends. they make the best friends.
in fact, my best friend is a total bad girl. the last time i saw her was when we went out to some freaky techno goth club in london. i'd been trying to bum ciagrettes off strangers and had been getting knocked back almost all evening. i asked her to get one for me, and she'd disappear into a sea of dancing people dressed in black and come back a couple of moments later with two lit cigarettes. 'i don't usually smoke', she said, taking a drag on one, 'but i'm feeling angry and i want to'. in the taxi back, she bit my arm hard and it felt like i was getting injections. my best friend has been kicked out of pubs, has been known to start fights and loves to sneer. she's wonderful.
as much as i want to, i just can't be a bad girl. i feel bad if i take a day off work when i'm not sick. i make fishnets look cute, never hott. i cry easily. i gave up drinking alcohol a couple of years ago, so i don't even make out with random people or punch annoying boys anymore. i like making cases for ceedees that my friends have burned for me. yeah, i don't think i'm ever going to be a bad girl. then again, dude, i can pee standing up.
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