#nostalgia forever

[delgrey]

I hate the tree change make under dolls-Bratz were my obsession and I still respect them so so much for how true their fashion was to the time and their cultural diversity, Bratz have always had a wardrobe not saturated in pink like Barbie’s tends to be.They could be gimmicky or fierce. Their make up was everything and they were so appealing with their distinctive personalities. And as much as I dig Life in the Dreamhouse the Bratz TV series fucking slayed. The Bratz were so confident and great role models-they were all for girls supporting girls so anti pretentiousness and anti clothes/fashion shaming-I just love them all so much.

Except that fucking live action movie-it was such a let down.

You people have no idea how much and how long I loved that fucking franchise from 2003 to 2011when I turned fifteen and felt too old to pursue dolls but like three years later there I was getting into Disney Dolls+ Jfashion dolls-anyway Bratz are my idols still. The last remnants of millennial girl power that was so revolutionary-empowering itself in in your face girliness within capitalist and sexist constraints. Like embracing teen fantasy at a young age was perfectly fine for me I’d do backstabbing drama with my Barbies,do fashion shows with my Bratz & still serve tea to my Madaline and Angelina Ballerina dolls-liking fashion-even grown up body revealing fashion didn’t take away my innocence or childlike wonder. I mean thank god my mom was trendy as fuck and pro mini skirts or else I’d be so fucked in the head and think I was sexualizing myself when really it’s others who sexualize me. Idgaf what you say Bratz  and My Scene Dolls Were so integral to myself image and developing my individual taste as well as my feelings towards clothes and deciding to express myself through them and do my own thing in every aspect of my life.

Bratz forever, fuck the haters.

[skeedooshtheboosh]

I miss jelly shoes. Those were so cool and snazzy.

[flewinto]

In junior high my friend had a hot older brother who taught at the local middle school. My other friend and I thought it would be a great idea to dedicate Valentine's Day to him, so we made shirts with his name on it and went to the middle school after our school let out and presented him with a half-used bottle of nose spray that she had found in her backpack. Also cards. I kept that shirt and even brought it to wear as pajamas on the eighth grade trip, where we slept overnight in some hotel midway between Hershey Park and the ESPN Zone in New York City. I also had SpongeBob pajama pants and we took disposable-camera pictures posing with the empty coffee carafe and mugs in the room and I yelled at someone who would later become my friend to get out get the hell out of my room because homemade shirts and SpongeBob pants give you confidence, I guess, but also because I was young and didn't fully grasp that I didn't like conflict. Both of these memories feel both very Long Islandy and eighth-gradey so I feel like I should pay homage to them. A year later I would write a Livejournal entry lamenting my ways and being so thankful for the friends that put up with me, a sentiment that I didn't realize would repeat, for me, over and over again. Thanks for putting up with me. 

[dinaortina]

i saw But I'm A Cheerleader today

it was so goooooooood.

my dad put a comcast box thing in my room the other day and all of these magnificent new channels and the ability to set reminders in my own room has changed my life in a wondrous way~~~*~~*~