Simone accompanied the 13 year old to a gLee concert. Preparations involved painting the girl's nails with various, fluorescent colours, topping each nail off with white (like a slushy) and writing the letter g L e e, one on each nail. A hand with the fingers forming the letter L graced the middle finger. The sketch of a slushy finished off the thumb nail.
The young woman drew various gLee slogans on her arms and hands, donned a t-shirt and jeans and voila! She was raring to go. Except...
"Mom!" She screeched, glaring at Simone. "What are you wearing?"
Simone was wearing bubblegum pink tights, a multicolor American Apparel dress and a hot pink jacket but since these facts seemed painfully obvious to the naked eye, she refrained from answering the question directly. She grinned at her daughter instead.
The 13 year old sighed, rolled her eyes and said, "I guess we'll have to go with you dressed like that."
At the concert, Simone peered at the legion of females (and some guys). They all wore t-shirts and jeans.
"You know," Simone remarked to her daughter, "gLee is all about embracing your loser side, right? That's why the capital L's everywhere, right?"
The teen nodded her head, her sideways glance letting Simone know that her agreement was conditional upon the second part of Simone's argument.
"Don't you think that dressing up completely differently than everyone else would qualify me as a loser?"
They looked around at the screaming, cheering crowd. No other bubblegum pink tights in sight. The 13 year old finished off her survey by looking at her mother and sighing.
"Dressing up differently than everyone might make you a loser," she agreed, her voice reluctant. "But dressing up like you do?" The girl shook her head. "THAT makes you a freak."
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