OPINION
Column: Summer, start your engines
By Faran Krentcil (You Write Like a Girl) | April 11, 2003Summer, start your engines.
Summer, start your engines.
"You're so different now," sighs a high school friend. She's fingering my Lacoste tank and perusing my purses. "Dear Lord," she mutters, "Longchamps." She looks sad, and betrayed.
Sometimes walking down the path feels like slow motion.
*She's not your average girl from the video. The phrase "blow-dry" is not in her vocabulary. She doesn't go tanning. Her track pants are her second skin.
The bookstore is swamped. I have to trample two international students to grab Global Peace and the American Way, and I almost take someone's eyes out while reaching for The Miracle Worker.
The women of Room 302 have a rule.
I am standing in the Lobby Shop with two girls. They are stick-thin, stick-straight, and sticking to the magazine section. "Look," says one, holding a Maxim to her chest like a shirt she wants to buy.