“That would bring your sister down, like, five rungs on the coolness ladder…”
She pedals off down the driveway. I call after her, “There’s a coolness ladder?” (from 11 Birthdays by Wendy Mass)
I will try to post something with a bit more wisdom attached to it sometime this week. For tonight, this one made me smile. I have always been completely oblivious to the coolness ladder. Well, not completely. I know not to wear a fanny pack on a trip. Or ever. And I know better than to show you the humiliating photographic proof of my collective years of uncoolness.
I will say this. You know what I always thought was so cool? The one physical trait I coveted most as a teenager (and sometimes still)? A perfect, flippy ponytail. My ponytails have always been big frizzy bushes. I always envied the girls with those perfect, cheerleader ponytails that flipped when they walked. That to me would have been the top rung of the coolness ladder, had I known the ladder existed.