I would have gladly learned the Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines dance if it got me out of racquetball. The one where we had to paw the ground with our feet.’” ‘You could do that Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines tap dance we learned in gym. Girls’ gym class offered TAP DANCING instead of dodgeball, handball, or any other -ball that makes introverts awake in a cold sweat fifteen years later. My crush never scuffed them at a school dance, but he did call me a “hooker” and then dashed off to Humpty Dance with another.ģ. I still have my eighth-grade saddle shoes and they still fit. There was no hurry about rubbing off the marks the boy’s shoes had made on hers…She sat staring dreamily at her smudged toes.” “She looked thoughtfully at the streaks of black shoe polish on the white leather. When a boy’s shoes scuffed your saddle shoes at a dance, it was almost unbearably sexy. I would get the loveliest boy in class to sign it with my purple outliner pen, and he would totally not draw a penis on it while I wasn’t looking.Ģ. I have no idea if Slickermania is an authentic relic of young-adult history, but when my young impressionable self read this book in the 80s, I wanted one intensely. “A dirty yellow slicker, mended with adhesive tape and covered with names in ink-the right names, of course-was the smartest thing a girl could wear to school.” Rain slickers were of paramount importance to a girl’s reputation.
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