Young Hoochies

Look at the hoochie seventh graders at my mom's school's dance.

One of them is my cousin, who isn't really a hoochie, but has a shirt that verges on hoochie.

Just looking at these photos I can smell the overactive hormones (pee-yew!) and the insecurity is palpable. I see the arrogant cool guys, I see the girls that just want to fit in. Every weird feeling I had in junior high reemerged looking at these. Of course, in the late 80s, nobody looked as hoochie as that group of girls in front of the table.

I also noticed the girls dancing in flip-flops. I tell on these girls when they show up at the Y and try to use the cardio machines with filp-flops on. It's not a smart thing to do. These girls tend to wear pants with "JUICY" across the butt and coiffed hair. They are insecure, too. Otherwise they'd be okay with exercising on their own.

My little cousin Maddie is captured at the very end, with her mother, who is in a well-meaning purple hippy shirt and is also a teacher at the school. And, apparently, a chaperone. With my mom. Ten bucks says uncle Phil, Maddie's dad, was there too. How embarrassing.

It'll get better, baby.