Warning: This Post is Rated "R"
I trudge to the mall to buy a gift card for a friend's teen daughter from her favorite clothing store called "Forever 21". Funny, I still feel like I'm in my 20s (I am not), so the store's name sits right with me. Browsing the clothes, I'm struck by how incredibly small everything is; the skirts are maybe one foot long, the jeans about the width of my arm, the tops fall off hangers at the slightest nudge. Their stringy straps don't hold. It's official. I no longer dwell in the blissful decade of carefree styles and fashion magazines. I'm all grown up.
Young girls' chatter brings me back from my reverie. Two teenagers pour themselves into a selection of doll-sized furry jackets the next rack over. Black, pink, baby blue and white jackets form a tight ring and the girls try on each color. They look high school age, with bright eyes and easy smiles. They are white, one blond and one brunette. They each wear jeans. One sports a white and pink "Roxy" surf top. The other wears a red t-shirt with lips outlined in silver rhinestones. Their own lips are heavily glossed. One has glitter spray in her hair. They model their choices in front of a mirror, the puffy jackets rack separating us. I bury my nose in a rack of brightly colored ponchos, my back towards them. After a few seconds of fashion talk:
Girl 1: Oh my god! I saw Jenny's sister's nipple ring!
Girl 2: No way!
Girl 1: Serious. I totally did! She showed it to me and I'm like -
Girl 2: NO WAY! Was it gross? What did it look like?
Girl 1: It was soooo cool. So cool. It's silver with two ball thingies on the bottom.
Girl 2: Ew! I am never doing that. I mean, in your boob?
Girl 1: It's so hot! You have to be totally brave to do it. She said it hurt like FTF.
Girl 2: Like what?
Girl 1: FTF.
Girl 1: You know, F-T-F?
Girl 2: What's that?
Girl 1: Oh my god! You don't know what FTF is? Haha! You really don't know? First time fuck! Guess I know what you are.