they sound more like Ferragamo or Manolo types

Could be. I don't actually know one from the other very well. But they were also a weird mix of hometown South Philly with very new money and Manhattan taste.

We all lust after StephL, we are all mostly broke, and we all want a good sentence.

Quite true. Especially the...no, wait, all of it's especially true.

I think Jimmy's are a little exotic for most of them, is all. In the same way I wouldn't expect them to be wearing Robert Clergerie shoes, either.

BTW, ma'am, you have a chapter segment. Feedback is wanted, if and when anyone can deal with it.

Gus, of course you may comment. Writer! Isn't everyone in here a writer?

Good one, AmyLiz.

I've never heard of Robert Clergerie! This is what happens when Sex and the City ends. All my fashion comes from Target lately.

BTW, ma'am, you have a chapter segment.

If I gt my page quota done tomorrow, I promise will read and comment. I'm behind, though, and it's killing me. I would so much rather be reading Kinkaid goodness than writing the Crappy Book That's Going to Kill Me.

Gus, of course you may comment. Writer! Isn't everyone in here a writer?

Like that ever stopped me.

The In Crowd #2

He’s the new kid again. Here, it’s all skateboards and baggy jeans and thrash metal.

He can do that. What he can’t do is sit in the lunchroom alone anymore. Wait for them to decide he’s too skinny, too quiet, too poor stupid homely smart rich weird.

It’s just another set of rules. They change from town to town. Last time it was pot and too many nights watching Adam Sandler movies in a basement that smelled like wet laundry.

It’s insurance. It’s not getting cuffed against a locker. One day, he figures, he’ll have to do the cuffing himself.

Jesus, Amy. Ouch.

I'm once again deeply pleased that I spent high school backstage at Fillmore East or hanging out at Ungano's with my big sister at night. It's so much easier when the not giving a shit what your contemporaries think is so obvious, they end up fearing you.

Otherwise, I suspect high school would have been sincerely shitty.

Oh, Gus, I'm so pleased for you!

Amy, wow. Both those are powerful, especially the second.

Yay, Gus! And congratulations. When does it hit the shelves, and will you come tell us so we can, as Ginger says, hit Amazon and artificially raise your numbers?

Teppy, I cannot tell you how happy seeing something you wrote in this thread made me. I've been meaning to ask if you're still in your class at the college, and how that's going? If not, have you and a handful of fellow students formed a writing group? Because that's what happened to me. Twice.

Unfortunately I think the second group has just been co-opted by one member's political aspirations. I don't wish to help her get elected, so I've stopped attending meetings.

But you enjoyed your class so much, I hope it's still there for you in some form, at least. And I'm really glad to see you're still writing.

Beverly, loved your poem.

Gus, those dollars are in fact better than other dollars.

AmyLiz, I think you just summarized your first drabble with:

I've never heard of Robert Clergerie! This is what happens when Sex and the City ends. All my fashion comes from Target lately.