Check Out The Brit Pack!

August 20th 2007
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It was during the 1980’s, and for some reason, Molly Ringwald, Anthony Michael Hall, Rob Lowe, Emilio Esteves, Judd Nelson, Demi Moore, Andrew McCarthy and Ally Sheedy decided to celebrate the success of one or another of the teen movies of the time , and they invited a New York Times writer-those mean, killer creatures us-who decided to turn out an article about the group based on how bad the prude writer thought they behaved. I remember the commotion about the Brat Pack. Fashion houses as well as magazines, movie studio-s and other industries also remember, because they were forced to change the way they directed themselves to teenagers.

We all had our version of the Brat Pack. Luckily for me, I had three or four versions. All the way up to the time The Spice Girls were singing about giving ME everything-and I fooled myself by believing them-I still was in a group of brats, the only one of which was well beneath his teens being me. My then girlfriend Thelvenetsy Hernandez, Ricky, Javier, William-rest in peace-Ada, Hilda and Carmen were my first Brat Pack. Shortly after I moved from the area we lived at, my second Brat Pack began forming what with Mario, Haydee, and Loyda Morales-who later dated me too-Manet, Silkia, Carmelo, Ezequier and Edwin Gomez, Samuel Perez Felix, Liber, we were all the coolest of cool, or so we thought. Then my brother Jose and my sister Nilda joined me and my third Brat Pack along with their friends Michelle, Heather, Danielle, Paul, Bobby, Brandon and Tim. That has been the wildest of them all and so far some of us still hang out together, with new additions Leah and Nick,-specially Nick-joinhing us all the time, Leah only every once in a blue moon. Then there was Curt, Marisela, Marcelino, Vanessa and Ivy and me. That last one was my fourth Brat Pack and the one where I was the only non teen in the group, so in itself that was a wild experience, but without a question, the one composed by me, my brother and sister and friends has been the wackiest, wildest one. From trashing houses, to getting on the edge of a bridge and saying I’d jump off, to coming into an Applebees dressed as brides, to multiple sex partners, to speeding on the streets precisely and sadly at the same time as Lady Di was dying in a car accident, we have virtually and unvirtually done it all.

Our fashion choices, of course, have always been questionable at best, even if we thought we were oh so the latest of the late all the time. My wedding dress that infamous night at Applebees was purpled color, implying like Madonna, I was just LIKE a virgin, ready to be taken again. But it also made me look like a plum with facial hair.

Now, we have the Brit Pack, and they are stealing all the headlines.

Mindless people. No, Im not talking about the Brit Pack! I’m talking about the “Oh My God! I never in my youth did that!” writers who expose upon us the reckless lifestyles the Brit Pack leads. These are writers who would probably make us believe they lived in a convent, never had any drink but water because caffeine is a drug, and always wore white underwear so as not to even get a person to look at them. Of course, they did all that and probably much, much more, but would never admit to it.

In the Brit Pack’s case, whether happily or sadly, they have no choice but to have all their doings dished out publicly. And that, my friends, includes the color of their jeans and lipstick.

Paris Hilton has already been crowned by myself in my unofficial title of Queen of Fashion. The girl knows how to dress herself elegantly but casually. Of course, she has all the fashion houses around her; they line up to her like termites lie around a small piece of bread. But she has been wise to choose only the best that has been passed in front of her nose. And she always wears everything with a dignified grace about herself, like Marylin Monroe decades ago. Grace and sexiness.

Ditto for her sister Nikkie. The much hidden under her sister’s shadow Nikkie Hilton is another fashion diva who has always shined when the spotlight is put upon her, as much by her tastes as by her beauty.

Britney Spears…..well, that’s a tough one for me to decide. Does she look better with our without the clothes? That vagina shot after all did taste better than a full bowl of Doritos in my opinion. But, and here is the but, her choices have been sometimes good, other times, well, like mine and my friends’, questionable, to say the best. In her defense, Britney portrays that youth we all want to adhere closely to forever-mr. shorts,NBA jersey and 90210 haircut man here should know about wanting to look like a teen forever-and she is good at choosing what’s in to wear or making it in.

As far as Lindsay Lohan, I’m not sure I even want to go there. It really depends on her mood. The way she has been pictured by the “I would never do anything like that!” lately on the tabloids, makes it look that way. When she’s arrested for being drunk or something, she looks like a drunk woman, with terribly combined outfits and jeans, usually some sunglasses even as it is always dark. When she’s at some award or gala, she sparkles.

I remember-and to a certain extent, am still living-the times when me and all my friends sparkled. We were wild, young and careless. And sometimes, just sometimes, it showed ini the way we dress(ed) too!