There's this cliche about nice guys finishing last. Well, what about nice girls? We don't even get a lousy cliche. And, what is a "nice" girl anyway?
Someone bland and boring and vanilla? How did vanilla get such a bad rap, anyway? I mean, isn't it from Madagascar or some other place wildly exotic? It's not like it grows all over Putney or some place equally dull.
I heard this idea that men want to marry nice girls, but date naughty ones because you can do things with naughty girls that you wouldn't dream of doing with the prospective mother of your children. Is this true or is this another one of those things I should take with a boulder of salt?
I get teased endlessly and unmercifully at my naivete. Marla Sokoloff played white-washed bad girl Gia on Full House. Sidenote -- Gia is a bad girl's name. You'd never meet a bad girl named Susan.
Anyway, Jerry and I were talking about the show and somewhere along the line, I said, "Gia was so bad! She smoked cigarettes!" This caused Jerry to erupt into a fit of incredulous laughter and left me puzzled because Gia was a bad girl and did smoke cigarettes.
Now, when you consider the reprehensible gutter-trash on shows like Sally-Jessy Raphael, Maury Povitch and Ricki Lake, Gia's actually a pretty tame bad-girl composite.
I've never been a 'bad girl' or anything even remotely close. I've always been 'that nice girl in your English class.' It's not necessarily a bad thing, but fairly anonymous.
Sometimes, I wonder if anyone from high school even remembers me.
If I bumped into anyone I went to high school with, would they even recognize me? I'd like to think so, although according to Paul and Jerry, I've gotten a lot better looking since high school. "No, seriously...like a lot better looking. Yeah, you were kinda not hot at all in high school." Yeah -- thanks boys. That's a nice backhanded compliment there. Oh well, at least I'm not the Dora the Dogface girl anymore, right?
I like to believe that I've changed for the better since high school, but I don't know if I'm qualified to make that assessment.
I'm still nice, I think. I've definitely gotten mouthier and I like to think I'm less naive than I was then...but that could be wishful thinking on my part.
Life is all about growth and without the faintest trace of self-deprecation or irony [alright, maybe a little], have I grown?
Someone bland and boring and vanilla? How did vanilla get such a bad rap, anyway? I mean, isn't it from Madagascar or some other place wildly exotic? It's not like it grows all over Putney or some place equally dull.
I heard this idea that men want to marry nice girls, but date naughty ones because you can do things with naughty girls that you wouldn't dream of doing with the prospective mother of your children. Is this true or is this another one of those things I should take with a boulder of salt?
I get teased endlessly and unmercifully at my naivete. Marla Sokoloff played white-washed bad girl Gia on Full House. Sidenote -- Gia is a bad girl's name. You'd never meet a bad girl named Susan.
Anyway, Jerry and I were talking about the show and somewhere along the line, I said, "Gia was so bad! She smoked cigarettes!" This caused Jerry to erupt into a fit of incredulous laughter and left me puzzled because Gia was a bad girl and did smoke cigarettes.
Now, when you consider the reprehensible gutter-trash on shows like Sally-Jessy Raphael, Maury Povitch and Ricki Lake, Gia's actually a pretty tame bad-girl composite.
I've never been a 'bad girl' or anything even remotely close. I've always been 'that nice girl in your English class.' It's not necessarily a bad thing, but fairly anonymous.
Sometimes, I wonder if anyone from high school even remembers me.
If I bumped into anyone I went to high school with, would they even recognize me? I'd like to think so, although according to Paul and Jerry, I've gotten a lot better looking since high school. "No, seriously...like a lot better looking. Yeah, you were kinda not hot at all in high school." Yeah -- thanks boys. That's a nice backhanded compliment there. Oh well, at least I'm not the Dora the Dogface girl anymore, right?
I like to believe that I've changed for the better since high school, but I don't know if I'm qualified to make that assessment.
I'm still nice, I think. I've definitely gotten mouthier and I like to think I'm less naive than I was then...but that could be wishful thinking on my part.
Life is all about growth and without the faintest trace of self-deprecation or irony [alright, maybe a little], have I grown?
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