When I was a little girl, I wanted to grow up to be Olivia Newton-John. I loved her! I would play her records and dance about to Physical in my bedroom. I begged my mom for some red high-heeled Candies like Sandy wore at the end of Grease. Yes, the worse thing my childhood role model did was take a half a puff of a cigarette at the end of the movie and dance around in a leotard with a sweatband around her head.
Now I think about my girls and the girls they will look at and want to be like...and I'm scared. These half-dressed Hollywood hussies exposed on every magazine is getting old. I'm sure "in my day" there were just as many rebellious young ones that my parents feared I'd follow...but it sure didn't seem like they were as known or on every cover you'd look.
So my hope is that fashion trends will continue to go retro, and by the time my girls are teens poodle skirts, bobby socks and saddle shoes are all the rage. I hope the most rebellious thing they do is cut gym class. And I hope necking in the backseat is frisky enough...
Yeah, Sydney just looked at me and rolled her eyes...great it's already begun.