I think I should read The Outsiders. My book club meets this week, I might suggest it.
I remember reading it in Jr High.
And the movie has such a star studded cast.
Stay good Ponyboy.
The mushrooms that Katy Perry danced with on last night’s SNL make me nervous and sweaty.
Those weren’t mushrooms
Nope. I had friends in high school who referred to my neighborhood as "out past the cows". Aimo can back me up. The soc, hmm, what is the plural of soc? I'll go with soces all live in Hope Valley. There was a big group of us who were neither greasers nor soces. I don't think we had a name.
My favorite Marvel character is Aluminum Man. He’s always foiling the villains’ plans!
Ah! So you could be Cherry! Although you're too smart to ever be called a dumb blond. And I have know quite a few dumb dark-haireds.
Yeah, the Hope Valley kids were definitely the socs. And there were some greasers, too. Or actually more "punk" when I was in high school. I was of the non-descript, in-the-middle, anti-popular group. I was an anti-snob snob. And WE were the ones with the cows on our road. Wish the old 'hood was still surrounded by cows. Now all overcrowded developments filled with transplants. People find it hard to believe I was actually born in Durham. There aren't many of us left.
And yet, it happened. Quite a lot, really. I don't think that's actually why I started dying my hair though. It was more of a grass is always greener thing. I've always loved red hair and when my stylist started dying her own hair red, I told her that I had a secret desire to be a redhead too. She talked me into trying it and my hair has been the color she think looks best ever since. I once asked her if she thought I should go back to something closer to my original color and she said no.
I may have told this story before, but it is my belief that nobody thinks they are popular in high school, even the ones that others would call the popular kids. I mentioned this opinion to a friend once, telling her that I had friends in high school but I wasn't particularly popular. Her: Yeah, it's not like you were captain of the cheerleaders or anything. Me, Uhm, yeah, actually I was captain of the cheerleaders. Her: You were popular! Me: Probably, but I didn't think I was.
I went to a nearly all white high school in suburban Phoenix/Scottsdale, Arizona that was surrounded by Arabian horse farms. We were definitely in the Soc sphere collectively. Internally, the lines were drawn on entirely different dimensions.