Wednesday, March 01, 2006

porcelain pipsqueaks.

what he forgets time and again is that i am a creature of motion as most of us are. he, on the other hand, has a remarkably old soul. he is an old fuddy duddy and he's holding me back! i am a child!

having said that, i wanted to comment on my observation of the increasing number of Bratz there are roaming the heartlands and town. Bratz, being of course those little dolls they sell now who are like 12-year-old Barbies but with enlarged heads and painfully fashionable clothes. (they even have their own cartoon series). young teens nowadays are becoming almost exactly like Bratz! not a day goes by without coming across a girl of thirteen or fourteen strutting around in tiny skirts and make-up which is, as they say, so thick you can cut it with a knife. in their case, it could even be literal!

to-day, there was a perfect little example of a Bratz (i'm not sure if the 'z' is meant to indicate a plural form) in a fancy green top, a tiny denim skirt and with a pretty young face, anxiously marred by about three layers of paint. she was actually doing a little childish jig and humming a nursery rhyme as she balances on a street crack while waiting for a friend. it was so comical i had to grin; a mistake. instantly, little Bratz in green stopped her moment of childish fun and gave me a haughty glance to which i responded with a roll of my old post-teenage eyes.

maybe i'm getting old. maybe kids of thirteen are supposed to dress ten years older than they really are. but it still is so comical. girl, your legs are like spindly little bird bones made for bounding around and your face can shine like freedom itself and you smother it with that foul nonsense we grown up ladies are so fond of!

the frustrating thing is that i can hear these kids' voices in my head scoffing 'makcik, you are getting old'.

oh stuff it, you little liars.
Posted by NHJ 3/01/2006 09:37:00 pm