Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret.

It wasn't as good as I remember it. But it was a good afternoon read. Actually, you can finish Judy Blume's little tome for pre-teens in about two hours.

And what better way to spend part of my afternoon, an afternoon upon which I felt like my fourteen year-old self who had to stay home from tennis lessons and watch soap operas because she had just gotten her first visit from the monthly uninvited guest. The cast of characters in Are You There, God, particularly Margaret and her three secret clubbers - Nancy, Gretchen and Janie - are absolutely obsessed with menstruation. And it's cute, because they're not misinformed, but they were so obsessed with menstruation that when they went to the drugstore, they just ogled the sanitary napkins. I can vouch that when I was twelve, the aisle I spent the most time in the drugstore was not the sanitary napkins aisle. It was the hair dye aisle. Especially since Rebecca Gayheart was the spokesgirl for "Glints" at the time. And Noxzema girl said I should buy Glints. So, therefore, I would obsess over how much my life would be different if there was a glint of rust in my hair. Or maybe cornstarch.

The dialogue in Are You There, God? is shifty. At times, the dialogue between Margaret and the queen bee of the secret club Nancy is very believable. Nancy notices everything about Margare'ts physique. Margaret answers without being too defensive, but still curt. To remarks about her flat chest, she says, "I'm still developing." To Nancy's assertion that she'll soon be a centerfold girl, Margaret remarks, "I'm not so sure...."

Did anyone remember that Margaret's teacher's name was Miles J. Benedict, Jr.? So cute. I'm not sure if I would have appreciated that when I read St. Raphael School's only tattered and near-forbidden copy in the 7th grade.

The whole religious rite of passage in this book is well handled, however. Margaret is on a quest to discover her true religion, since her parents have chosen not to raise her in her father's Jewish tradition or her mother's Christian tradition. The tides that trickle in between Margaret's grandparents bring a mature element to the story and lends a timelessness to this story which is copyrighted 1970.

But did anyone else think that there was a scene in the book where Margaret goes to Woolworth's with her friend and then sits in a dark movie theatre and holds a boy's hand? I know that this was in one of the teen books I read once upon a training bra, but I was so disappointed it was not in this one! If you can recall which book this might have been, please inform. My teen book shelves are lacking.

Biggest High School Slut

Junior and senior year of high school, when I was going through my misanthropic, non-eating phase (still puzzles scientists how one can work 20 hours/week at Dairy Queen and still lose weight), Doctor Whatsherface gave me a prescription for birth control to "help keep me hormonally balanced." Invariably, when I went to pick up the scrip, two of my classmates, Angie and Shan, whose mouths never stopped, would be working the pharmacy counter at CVS. I knew they knew. They knew I knew they knew. I lived in fear that they would out me, Campus Ministry Girl, as the biggest slut in school.

Today, workplace is having a Blast from the Past Friday. Everyone has dressed as they did in high school. My cubemate is wearing an air-brushed T-shirt of Sebastian Bach from Skidrow. Bossman is dressed as Billy Idol. I am in full high school dress uniform, only I had to wear hub's white button-down shirt because mine doesn't fit me anymore.

Oh yes. That's right. I'm sixteen and pregnant. The prophecy has been fulfilled. If only Angie and Shan could see me now.

Linked through tightwad, nylons, boyfriend, and McGillicutty

Sometimes [read: daily] my vanity overcomes me and I check the site meter for referrals to my site. I like to know where in the world wide web people are being routed to this site. This site is my baby. I started it in January 2003 when my daily thoughts swung pendulum-like between why I didn't join the Peace Corps after graduation, and how much Origins eye shadow could I afford with my paltry paycheck. This website gave me a place to scrawl these thoughts, and I've been living the contradictions out here ever since. I started the blog for myself, and if no one else on earth reads it, this site will still exist. Because I'm one of those sickheads born with that chip that requires one to make perfectly private things public -- even if the public doesn't care -- and maybe this is not really innate, maybe it's derived from too many self esteem classes in 2nd grade. My thoughts about creamy eye shadow and sustainable agriculture in Caracas matter, even if they only matter to me. And of course the few friends who read this to humor me. And occasionally my sister, probably, because I never bring up anything about myself in our convos unless they deal with dreams I had about how Now and Laters were suddenly selling for $5,000 at the Bay Pool concession stand (the nightmare!) and she might be scouring this site to see if I was doing anything else with my life besides analyzing dreams about freak candy inflation.

Then, there are the others who land here. The following are just a few of the search entries that have routed the internet scavengers to my real estate:

"Catholic School Swim Test" - I've done both, just not interrelatedly.

Glenbay Drug" - one of my favorite entries ever.

"tightwad, boyfriend" - I'm tempted to write a self-help manual on breaking up with Fruggie Frugalpants based on the frequency of these referrals alone.

"Stanton McGillicutty" -- I should note that the former is both my maiden and middle name and the latter is a nickname given me by my dad; however, the route was through Yahoo in Japanese, so who could have known?

"witticisms johnny mac hollywood squares" - I hope they found what they were seeking...

"girl next door kendra bathing suit" - They so did not find what they were seeking...

"girlfriends nylons" - Interestingly, this linked to a picture of my friends on a golf course in summer, so not wearing nylons.

"addressee etiquette" - Among other Calligraphy related queries.

"baby hahahahahaha" - Again, this was through Japanese Yahoo, and linked multiple times. That baby just kept laughing and laughing and they didn't know what to do, evidently.