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April 23 , 2006:     The skanky, crack wh*re bitches and my new friends

Yesterday I met some high school children as I was having my coffee. They were a table of 5; two boys and 3 girls, all dressed in some sort of "statement," style. The boys, in Arizona, with weather in the low 80’s at this time, where wearing hooded sweat shirts and the hoods were over their heads while they pushed down deeply into their pockets to make the hood as tight as they could. It was a look I suppose. The girls were in various versions of the shirt and jeans look. They were of different levels of beauty because beauty is in the eye, etc. and of various weights. This motley crew had in common that they were Drama students at the same high school and they were junior high school students. Oh, and they were very happy to entertain, at least entertain me.

How do you approach a woman such as myself? Let me tell you what they said they saw: A beautiful woman with class and who was "someone." I accepted that. When I left, I was told I was "the coolest woman on the planet." Being the coolest woman on the planet would have been a thrill and it was very sweet, but once I was voted by a high school graduating class as "The Coolest Woman in the World," and given a special certificate, embarrassing me beyond reason. Whatever do you say to those who are there with you in an audience of adults watching children, well, most 17 or 18, yelling into the microphone, "Annalisa, the coolest woman in the WORLD!" I would have ducked down, but I pride myself on handling the public pretty freakin’ well.

Still, these kids were good, they did get my attention in a unique way and held it, sort of, for awhile! I liked them, sorta!

These were, as I said, Drama students from a highschool in the area. They were trying to find an audience, and I suppose that drama students would find an audience going someplace where there are people to get to watch them. Most here use a mall for a stage. They dress in outlandish ways, and in unique styles from each other. To my eye, they are not dressed outlandishly, but I have seen adults move to tables away from the younger people, fearing their acting out will include them. I know they scare many adults, I have had them tell me so, but why? We were all teens once and we all had our message to get out as loud as we dared! I was a teen who acted out terribly. I had parents who went through "the happening," and divorced before it was publicly acceptable. I ripped through that part of my life destroying everything I had built. I tore down the straight "A’s," I learned how to drink alcohol in school without getting caught.

I moved like lightening to ruin my life, and by the wayside went a promising career in tennis, as I was ranked high in my state as even a freshman, a sure scholarship and I even arranged to loose my virginity even IF I changed my mind at the last minute! (I DID change my mind, it hurt and I cried and asked him to STOP, but he kept going, it being legal to do so then. Gary Walton tore through my virginity like it was nothing and didn’t even hug me through my tears. He also left the movie and took me home with no ceremony!) The point to all of this was that I needed help. These children, do they need help?

One of the young girls told me that her boyfriend and prom date had been stolen by one of these "skanky crack whore bitches," and a "white," one at that, (she was Hispanic.) I could sympathize, myself not being a blond, blue eyed Italian like my brother. That stuff hurts! I was confused when she told me of her hate for this, (for my typing hand’s sake, let me say "scwb") and what she’d like to do to her. All of her plans seemed a bit benign to me, but perhaps I was a bit more hurt as a child than she is not, but I suspect they are more guarded by police. I offered up some ideas but when I asked her about him, the boyfriend, the guy who blew her off for prom, she didn’t have hate for him. "WHY!" I asked! She indicated to me that she felt the other girl might be better looking. My young friend was tall, and she was not on the thin side. Well…she was not at ALL on the thin side. She was Hispanic and this girl was apparently, as I said, "white." My girl was, to me, cute. She was very nice, and creative! She seemed the one in the group that was emotionally there for everyone. She seemed like the "heart," of this little group of performers.

It was her logic that he, her boyfriend could not resist the temptation of a thin, blond, may-put-out, cell phone carrying girl! (This is why she qualifies as far as their description of "skanky, crack whore bitches. After all, she was a bitch, she walked by and asked another girls prom date, WHILE our young friend was sitting there next to him, to take her to the prom. She was skanky because she would do this, and well, the "whore" part I don’t know, but I doubt she charges, she probably insists on gifts from boyfriends. Free downloads, movies loaned from Netfix, etc…can serve as payment.) My young friends did not have cell phones, and if one did, it was hidden or controlled very strongly by Dad. My new friends were not upper class, but they WERE upper class, if you know what I mean!

And so there was the hurt, and the boy was skating, getting off free and clear for turning around and taking another girl to the prom in front of the young woman he had promised himself to. He could do this because of the low self-esteem of my cute little friend! "NO WAY," I said. I told her friends, "She’s hurt!" One and then both of the boys said, as if it was the first time this was discussed said, "Yeah!" They looked at the other girls to make sure they understood. I took my manicured hand and moved it toward her with it’s trained ballet movement and touch her arm. I said, that hurts! "I’m sorry!" She said, "Yeah, it did hurt!"

Fired up, I said, "You never speak to him, right?" She implied that she did see him and was not angry with him. I explained to her that the boy was a SLEEEAZE, and the others agreed, and seemed to want her to understand that. I told her, "I’d never speak to him again, why don’t you drop him, don’t talk to him, forget him, and NEVER forgive him!" She seemed confused. I told her, "That guy treated you like trash so HE is trash and he does not deserve your attention, ever, forever!" She said, "forever?" It had not even dawned on her to be mad at him, never mind stop talking to him and trusting him! I took the time to explain to her why he could never be trusted, that she deserved better, how cute she was, etc…

After that, I had to go. I should have left earlier but I had to talk to the young artists. When I rose to leave, one girl said, "Thank you for taking some time out of your day to talk to us," with complete sincerity. I said, "no problem," and I hugged both of the girls. They hugged me tight. As I walked away, the young man with the phrase "scwb," yelled, YOU, are the coolest woman on the planet!" He smiled that big smile that teenagers get when you give them an I-Pod.

I thought, "What about your Mom, she’s cool too!" I knew that they had my card and I would accept an offer to do a workshop at their school for them, so I walked away after waving good-bye.

I was hurt, as I said, at their age. I would have been already drunk for two of those hurtful years by the time of day that I saw those kids. They were acting out in public, and I think that their antics are tame, yet I am worried. I am worried about every single one of them.

American Idol aside, they must find their place in the adult world.
THAT scares me. I pray they heal.