Girls Watch Porn
June, 1988
First, we all had to have a hundred cups of coffee. Then we had to admire Erin's sweater. Then we had to have a boy (my son) connect the VCR. Then we had to decide how many of us had P.M.S. (two). Then we had to tell how many of us were estranged from our boyfriends (too many). Then we had to have my son start the VCR. Then we started to scream.High-pitched girl shrieking, like teenagers did for Sinatra and the Beatles, except horrified, as if we had seen Sinatra murdered. That seems to be what...
