...quiet, about a lot of things...
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Piggy Rose for Sunday Scribblings
I went to an all girl Catholic high school in Pasadena CA. The boys came from all over the San Gabriel valley to dances. These were Catholic all boy school boys. Totally sanctioned. Totally horny.
I don't remember much about the particulars of the evening. I danced, I remember with a boy from Loyola, who was handsy but harmless.
The next week at school, I began finding my name written in the desks of various classes I attended..."Wendy is a slut." "Wendy is a whore" They were all over the school. I was mortified. I was 14. I had my first kiss just the summer before. No one had even felt me up or anything. But I loved to dance, and I had danced with the wrong boy.(mistakenly) Piggy Rose's old boyfriend.(didn't know) I barely knew Piggy Joe. But I became very well acquainted with her markers, pencils, and Bic pens...her little posse of friends made it their personal challenge to make my name well known. I became a very well known freshman.
Ah,,,Piggy Rose. my nemesis. How I hate her to this day. But she taught me a very important lesson....Hell has no Fury..like a woman scorned.
For more enemies of the people, go to Sunday Scribblings....
I wonder how many will be women, and how many will be men???....
And as for being a slut.....well...takes one to know one.
PS. Girls.. remember the thrill of being "Felt up"...oh, big sigh.