It’s clear that many of you were impressed by last week’s Slut Pin. Some of you even asked how one obtains such a thing…because you were obviously hoping to run out and get one for yourself.
As much as I hate to thwart a fashion trend in the making, I don’t think slut pins are still available. They were given out free before a movie I saw years ago with a friend and my daughter. I can’t remember the name of the movie, but it was about high school. The attendant held a basket of pins as we entered the theater. The idea was to choose one that represented the group we most identified with. My daughter and I both reached for the one that said, “Theater Geek,” so I let her have it.
I didn’t want the same pin, so at that point my hand hovered over the basket. There was a group of creative writers at my high school, but we were so diverse that we never could have formed our own cohesive group even when we worked together on publications. And what do you call that, anyway? There was never a group that seemed to encompass all of the arts, and besides, I never felt edgy enough to be considered one of the cool artsy people. It was one of the great plagues of my high school years that I identified with a bunch of groups, but none, really, in particular. I even made friends with that kid in the back whose name no one else knew, and I learned those people can be undiscovered gems.
I sit at a lot of tables at reunions, and at last I'm happy about that.
So this was what I was thinking as my hand hovered over the basket of pins and the movie line waited patiently behind me. “Here, take this one,” my friend teased, and scooped up The Slut Pin. There were a whole bunch of them. Apparently the coolness hadn’t yet caught on.
What pin would you wear?
That's a hard question. If you're talking about high school days, it'd say something like: "I'm not stuck up, just shy." People told me later they thought I was a stuck up bia. I must have given them the "look" which is something I still do only I don't even know I'm doing it, but apparently it's kind of scary. Now my pin would say, "I'm a writer!" Woot! Woot!
ReplyDeleteMy pin: "The voices told me to do it." (ha)
ReplyDeleteOne of the funniest phrases that could go on a pin, though, was actually on a tee shirt that an ex-girlfriend of mine wanted to buy. It looked like a chalkboard and read:
"I will not do all the boys.
I will not do all the boys.
I will not do all the boys."
Any guesses about whey we (later) broke up?
As class valedictorian, I feel entitled to grab the NERD pin.
ReplyDeleteMe--"Weirdo."
ReplyDeleteAnd unfortunately for me, I did NOT make friends with the weird kid in the corner in 7th grade. He had brown curly hair, intense brown eyes, pale skin, and a silly name--Colin.
Of course, later I connected the Colin Firth that was in my class with the actor. If I only knew...I could have been his childhood sweetheart.
I think that I was kind of like you, I had friends from all over the board. I didn't join very many clubs, but I had a lot of friends and enjoyed my school career.
ReplyDeleteKathy M.
Hmm. I guess mine would be: Word Nerd.
ReplyDeleteDonna