From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m smoothing my beaded silk dress when the blast on 42d Street rattles the glass, but I’m too busy envying the sheba next door who just bobbed her hair. I run a hand over the rough yarn of my new Raggedy Andy, then fumble with a sticky Band-Aid to cover the blister my stiff T-strap heels left behind while dancing. Between static on the KDKA broadcast, I use this heavy, chrome hair dryer that feels like a lead weight in my hand. I can’t wait to ditch this stuffy room, find a crush who isn't total applesauce, and hum along to "Whispering" under the bright city lights.