Role Models and Bad Vibes on the Train
Should I be disturbed that my role models border on skanky?
Should my father be disturbed that I buy clothes similar to my borderline skanky role models?
(My cousins like to tease me about my ultra-low waist jeans and how my little cousins will follow my wardrobe once they're old enough to buy their own clothes. )
I mean, Britney Spears already crossed the skank line a long time ago, but back when I totally idolized her, she was borderline skanky.
...just like the PCD.
I LOVE THEM.
I watched the Vh1 Special on PCD and thought it was interesting how Christina Applegate was in the original PCD. And, the Charlie's Angels performance, was PCD choreographed. I mean, hello. That performance was great.
My brother took me to their concert back home and my brother laughed when he saw them perform. He looked at me and said, "So this is where you get your gyrations from when you dance?!"
"Uh yes! HELLO?!"
I found out through the special that they were selling the PCD hoodie with "Don't Cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me" stitched on the hood. I wanted it so much so I bought it online today even though it cost me an arm and a leg (just for a hoodie).
It's just like this:
Hoodie
...and watch the video...Nicole wore it
Now I know I don't even come close to looking like Nicole Scherzinger...but I'm entitled to being confident whatever I look like...so I shall wear it with pride.
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I was waiting for the train after work and I saw two suspicious looking guys hanging around. They appeared to know each other (I was watching them) as they were giving each other signals. They didn't look homeless but they didn't look like they were up to no good. I think they were probably out to rob...or even worse...I don't even want to know. One guy chose to sit next to two girls my age who were well-dressed and probably out on the town. And another guy was still picking a victim. He was choosing me, another Asian girl sitting alone and a white couple. I knew he was choosing me as a victim because he was watching me closely...even from afar. He was leaning against a post, pretending to wait for the train. I could see him watching my actions from where I was (three posts down). I knew something bad was gonna happen so I stood closer to the guy next to me, who was reading and oblivious. I also stared him down. I read somewhere that if you look at potential attackers straight in the eye, they back down for fear of being identified when they actually make a move. So I did that and he stopped watching me and walked toward the other Asian girl who wasn't aware of her surroundings. Uh-oh. Meanwhile, the other guy sitting next to the two girls was inching closer to them.
I prayed for a train to come and that the two guys would get on it. Fortunately, a train came (not mine) and the two girls and the Asian girl got on that train. The two guys followed them. Uh-oh. I hope they are safe in that train.
This is the first time I felt unsafe in Boston. This town is pretty safe and have never felt threatened unlike in Chicago. Fortunately, I've got my mom and my dog watching me. So far, I've had pretty good luck.
Should my father be disturbed that I buy clothes similar to my borderline skanky role models?
(My cousins like to tease me about my ultra-low waist jeans and how my little cousins will follow my wardrobe once they're old enough to buy their own clothes. )
I mean, Britney Spears already crossed the skank line a long time ago, but back when I totally idolized her, she was borderline skanky.
...just like the PCD.
I LOVE THEM.
I watched the Vh1 Special on PCD and thought it was interesting how Christina Applegate was in the original PCD. And, the Charlie's Angels performance, was PCD choreographed. I mean, hello. That performance was great.
My brother took me to their concert back home and my brother laughed when he saw them perform. He looked at me and said, "So this is where you get your gyrations from when you dance?!"
"Uh yes! HELLO?!"
I found out through the special that they were selling the PCD hoodie with "Don't Cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me" stitched on the hood. I wanted it so much so I bought it online today even though it cost me an arm and a leg (just for a hoodie).
It's just like this:
Hoodie
...and watch the video...Nicole wore it
Now I know I don't even come close to looking like Nicole Scherzinger...but I'm entitled to being confident whatever I look like...so I shall wear it with pride.
* * * * * ** * * ** * ** * **
I was waiting for the train after work and I saw two suspicious looking guys hanging around. They appeared to know each other (I was watching them) as they were giving each other signals. They didn't look homeless but they didn't look like they were up to no good. I think they were probably out to rob...or even worse...I don't even want to know. One guy chose to sit next to two girls my age who were well-dressed and probably out on the town. And another guy was still picking a victim. He was choosing me, another Asian girl sitting alone and a white couple. I knew he was choosing me as a victim because he was watching me closely...even from afar. He was leaning against a post, pretending to wait for the train. I could see him watching my actions from where I was (three posts down). I knew something bad was gonna happen so I stood closer to the guy next to me, who was reading and oblivious. I also stared him down. I read somewhere that if you look at potential attackers straight in the eye, they back down for fear of being identified when they actually make a move. So I did that and he stopped watching me and walked toward the other Asian girl who wasn't aware of her surroundings. Uh-oh. Meanwhile, the other guy sitting next to the two girls was inching closer to them.
I prayed for a train to come and that the two guys would get on it. Fortunately, a train came (not mine) and the two girls and the Asian girl got on that train. The two guys followed them. Uh-oh. I hope they are safe in that train.
This is the first time I felt unsafe in Boston. This town is pretty safe and have never felt threatened unlike in Chicago. Fortunately, I've got my mom and my dog watching me. So far, I've had pretty good luck.