WHY #1: Why is this quote from Roz of Monsters Inc. the first thing I can think about after looking at comments? "You're stunned silence is very reassuring."
WHY#2: Why do those women from the Yaz commercial annoy me so much? I think it's the fact that I don't sit around in bars with my girlfriends discussing birth control. I don't know... maybe it's just me.
WHY #3: Why, after hearing that Screech has an 'accidentally released' sex tape, did I think, "Hmmm... accidentally?" Eww. And if you read the article in the link, DOUBLE Ewww.
WHY #4: Why didn't I think of this sooner?!? Everyone needs a pirate-decorated cubicle. Everybody.
WHY #5: Why don't some people use common sense? Oh, yeah... because very few people HAVE common sense anymore. Four eighth-grade girls in Marion, Indiana are learning that lesson the hard way, after they were suspended for dressing exactly alike. Principal of the school assumes they dress alike because they are in a gang. Wha? Isn't that what 8th grade girls DO?
Good thing our principals were clueless when I was in 8th grade. We all wore our Gloria Vanderbilts or Sasson jeans with our Izod polo shirts, collars up of course, and requisite brown penny loafers. Those preppie gangs were bad ass, man. TOTALLY.
And that concludes this week's Friday Why Files. Hope you all have a nice weekend.
Friday, September 29, 2006
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Ooh, I CAN'T STAND that Yaz commercial. (And who names a drug Yaz? Geez.) It probably sounded good in the pitch--let's put all that federally-mandated information we have to disclose in the form of a fun chat between women at a club. Brilliant!
And the first thing I thought when I heard about Screech's sex tape was "I guess those t-shirts weren't helping to save his house."
"Gloria Vanderbilts or Sasson jeans with our Izod polo shirts, collars up of course, and requisite brown penny loafers." <--- That right there is why I get so sad when I realize I didn't get to enjoy all the wonderfulness of the 80s. I guess Bon Jovi and Michael Jackson was enough though.
Oh, I have VERY fond memories of my days in the Esprit gang.
lizgwiz: that's exactly what I thought about that commercial. Definite ICK factor. :-)
julie: girl, you TOTALLY missed out. Fer shur.
nabbalicious: Holy Moly! I almost forgot about Esprit! We, the nerdy French class kids, thought we were so cool that we knew what it 'really' meant.
1. I loved Roz in Monsters, I guess I just took it in and had nothing to add...
4. Was this for Pirate Day, last week (I think?), or simply because she's a scary Depp fan? Either way, just glad I'm not her office neighbor!
5. Common sense, optional. Preppy gangs were rough & though, especially if you weren't part of one! I loved my Esprit, Lacoste, and Polo... ahh! the good old days when my folks used to pay for my clothes!!!
I guess Screech figures if it worked for Paris...
Remember the Farrah gangs? All of those girls with blonde wings.
Oooh, how dangerous is dressing the same way. In the beginning of the 1960's (before hippie clothes), all the cute rich girls wore these skirts and sweaters that were dyed to match top to bottom. Maybe they were in a gang, but it was the country club gang. Again, the principal was clueless, instead he picked on the girls that wore skirts too tight or too short. (Short in those years was anything above the knees.)
I can't even comment on the other things because #5 is so incredibly STUPID. I maintain my insistence that some public school administrators have lost their MINDS!
My best friend's child packed leftover chicken breast for lunch - and a fork and knife to eat it with (she's 11). A lunch monitor saw her eating, and hauled her off to the office where she was suspended for bringing a weapon to school. Imagine your kid having THAT on their record. Ugh.
Latest theory is that the Screech sex tape isn't real. Because ... WHO DOES THAT?
Sex tapes are the new way to revive your career! You can thank Pam and Tommy Lee for that... or Paris... or well, the list goes on and on.... I could make another dirty joke there.
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