um, yeah, so.......
i have been taking a non-fiction writing class this summer that has turned out to be the most demanding and creative class i've ever experienced. we free-write every morning for an hour and then discuss. today's assignment was to write an article for our favorite magazine. we have been reading joan didion, so she wanted us to write our own version of slouching towards...

here's what i wrote for "Interview:"

slouching towards slutdom

could their skirts be any shorter?

yesterday i was in the macy's shoe department and witnessed a display that should only be seen by old pervs in a back room peep show for fitty cents. a girl no more than sixteen was bending over tying, fastening, velcroing some shoe that could no doubt double as a weapon when warding off the aforementioned old pervs.

she was wearing a hot pink lamp shade mini that hardly covered her ass when she stood up, so you can imagine the cheek shot i got when she gracefully bent at the waist. underneath the flimsy skirt she, of course, was scantily clad in a thong indubitably scrawled with such scholarly pube-worthy phrases as, "insert here," or "i'm a princess," or "there's more in back."

talk about easy access, girls. oh! i know, how about along with the barely there skirts and educational thongs you get teeny tube tops that read, "i'm a skank" and "rape me."

good luck