The gals take a magazine quiz which asks if they are boring. Stephanie, obvi, scores high and it says she is daring. Patti scores low and says she’s a bore. She takes it seriously and once again freaks out. The next day the gals go clothes shopping (by themselves, people) and Patti picks out a wild outfit, the one seen on the cover. Goddam!!! My eyes are bleeding. She looks like a prostitute clown. The other gals pick out loud, oversized sweaters to go with their black stretchy pants. That confirms it, I think they live in New Jersey.
I also remember thinking that Stephanie looked the epitome of cool and trendiness, right down to the bitchy look. But those big bows attached to barettes? Oversized cardigans. Oh my god! How awesome I thought that was! Lauren and Kate are being kind of mean, laughing at Patti.
Jane Sykes, a gal in their class, is having a mega-sleepover with all thirteen girls in their glass, because her parents are a glutton for punishment. A family friend of Patti’s is visiting from California and is a total bimbo and is supposedly sophisticated. Check out this decription, because when I first read this, I was nearly blown away with how gorgeous and awesome this girl sounded.
“Is that a rubber mini?” Stephanie squeaked. “We read about rubber minis in Style– it said they’re the latest fashion statement from Southern California, remember? I’ve never seen one in person.”…Comfortable or not, the mini looked great. It was deep red. Karen Lawson had on white legwarmers, and her sweater was red sprinkled with black lines and white circles and crosses, like a tic-tac toe game. One of her arms was loaded with sparkling bangle bracelets that clinked as she moved , and a gold feather earring dangled from one ear…and she didn’t even look tacky! Her hair was honey-colored, shoulder-length, and a mass of tight little waves.
Rubber minis! I totally forgot about that! Is it what is seems? A miniskirt made out of rubber? All I can think of is that must give you a rash when you sweat.
Turns out Karen is not who she seems, and stole her older sister’s identity to seem cooler. The moral of the story is: just be yourself! Pass the ten bags of Doritos and the tub of ice cream!
Speaking of, during a sleepover at Stephanie’s, Lauren goes downstairsto raid their kitchen. I am sure the parents appreciate that.
Also, the fab four are all bored at Jane Sykes’ party, being all sleepver experts.
Karen talks like a valley girl, further perpetuating California stereotypes. As a (northern) Californian, I take offense. But then again, people ask me all the time if New York is “just like Sex and the City”. I usually just tell them yes.