The Girls are in Charge! (starring Grace Slick)

A wild sociology experiment created by error!

The merger/jointure of the two school districts was very rushed and, as you’d expect, they fucked up details.

But only when it came to the ‘poor town’ school, ie, our junior high. Where the Foon was in charge.

The school had no athletic fields within a mile of school. This meant all gym classes were inside (I’ll explore later, it’s too much sick fun). And, it meant no junior high sports. At all. No one seemed to even think they forgot something.

This meant that we had no allegiance to the high school teams–no signs in the gym, no t-shirts, no school colors, no teams playing. Foon obviously didn’t care–he was still longing for the days of one room schools and happy faces in pigtails and and penny loafers..

No sports meant that there was no ‘pecking order’ for boys. Names and faces emerging later as high school team leaders/’Joe Popular Athletes’ didn’t exist. That left a void. As I said, some rich boys came in with their brown asses over their shoulders, asserting empty dominance through bullshit and clothes.

Poor town males didn’t give a shit, neither did we. So girls stepped into the vortex.

Make sense? Yea, think about it. They were raised to be the best, the brightest, the epitome of femininity–self awareness 11 on a scale of 10. So, cliques hardened quickly to concrete. Males didn’t coalesce, as there was nothing to bind us. Nobody smoked cigs or weed yet, nor drank. You just drifted. Girls made popularity assessments judged by ‘cuteness’, clothes, and ability to make you laugh. ‘In’ one day, ‘out’ the next.

Couldn’t get approval from male peers, We chased our tails, like neurotic dobermans. Scratching for female attention. But I don’t think any of them felt as empowered as this:

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