schmaltz (noun): "excessive sentimentalism, nostalgia, fond memories." Apparently derived from the Yiddish word smalts meaning "melted fat." Uh, what?! Anyway...
I'm feeling schmaltzy tonight looking at my school photo from Grade 9 circa 1980s. Look at me! How did I not know what a chick-magnet I was? Okay, maybe not a chick-magnet but at least chick bait? Or maybe a dangling carrot? (Yeah I know. Quit with the metaphors. It's getting awkward.)
Check out my feathered hair. And count them: three unfastened buttons, intended (I guess) to show off my manly chesthairlessness. The eyes (and the open shirt) say confident but the slightly skewed mouth says facade-hiding-my-geekness-about-to-crack.
Here's what I remember thinking about then:
1. Christie Rudy.
2. How did Kate Stagman get away with a book report on a book that doesn't exist?!
3. Dodgeball sort-of freaks me out.
4. Why isn't Suzanne Somers on Three's Company anymore?
4. Why isn't Suzanne Somers on Three's Company anymore?
5. Christie Rudy.
