i fake it so real.

During our school spirit week, most of the students (with only a few notable exceptions) tend to interpret Decade Day either one of two ways: neon, high ponytails and legwarmers, or halfhearted tie-dye Haneses and American Apparel headbands pushed a few inches farther down the forehead then normal. I took this as a sign: our community needed something more interesting then pale imitations of bygone eras. It needed something different. Something apart from the shiny, pink-cheeked cuteness of wearing purple leggings instead of black and labeling it "eighties". It needed grunge.

Okay, hear me out:

Flannel? Check. Tiny hair bow? Check. Ripped tights and red lipstick? Check. Infantile bangs, weird sunglasses, and strangely inappropriate snap-up dress that threatens to come undone at any second? Check. Surly-but-sensitive musician boyfriend? Living in Seattle? Check and check.

The only thing left to do when I got home was to put on my favorite Hole record and pretend it was 1993...

my name is never was.

I'm not enamored of EVERYTHING about the 90's...just most things. I recently saw this film, and while it made me sad, it also reminded me that:
1. Nirvana made great music,
2. The Seattle grunge scene was simultaneously terrifying and awe-inspiring, and
3. Disregarding all alleged criminal activity and heroin addictions, Courtney Love had great style and a great band.

Don't be surprised if I come to school tomorrow wearing my giant vintage flannel shirt and a teeny, randomly placed hairbow.


P.S. I just ordered the much-blogged-about book Girl Power by Marisa Meltzer to further my education on this subject...I'm not exactly a riot grrl.