
I remember it so well. A decade of jeans so tight you couldn't fit your ankle through the leg hole...so high the waistbands fell at around your solar plexus. When Phire Zuhra asked us all to confess what crowd we ran in, back in high school, I didn't have to think much about my outfit. I wore a uniform -- either my Chic jeans (the ones with the tulip hem and the insignia on the ass) or rolled up jean shorts, a bulky oversized sweater, knee socks, and a pair of Converse. Makeup? Nah. Hair, short to keep it out of the way. Glasses, always. Hm, what crowd could this be?









