Bus Talk

The other day, when I was on the bus, a pair of typical teenage lolitas were sitting behind me. They were blonde, beautiful, gum-snapping and having a typical teenage conversation - bitching.

I was struggling very hard not to laugh, as I had my iPod headphones in but nothing playing, so I was hearing every word they were saying - they were bitching about me. More specifically, what I was wearing; my Extra-Hi vintage Converse, with denim shorts, a black tank top, dog tags and a crew cut.

'She's all like, bad-ass and stuff, with her lace-up shoes and shit like that,' said one to the other,
'I knoww! She's such a dero, thinks she's so like, cool and stuff.' the other replied,

I was biting my cheek to stop my laughter at their limited vocabulary, their narrow-mindedness and their shallowness. I may not look like the most mainstream person in the world, but I'm most certainly not 'dero', which, for those of you that don't know, is an insinuation that I'm from the 'Ghetto', or from a not-very-wealthy neighbour hood, which I'm not, so it was quite funny.

Throughout the whole bus ride from Stirling station to Karrinyup shopping centre they were bitching about the way I looked, the way I was sitting (on one seat with one leg folded over the other), the way I wore my earrings (double piercings, with small studs in each) and the way I listened to my music (quiet enough that they had to lean forward until they were almost next to me before they could hear it). I found it quite amazing that they could both participate in a conversation about one person neither of them knew personally for thirty-five minutes.

I vowed to try this with my friends (after filling them in on what happenened), and found that we could only keep up an active conversation for a maximum of ten minutes before the temptation to move onto another subject became too much. We were both laughing very, very hard by the end of it, having made the subject of our experiment a mutual friend of ours that likes to dress 'alternatively', more alternatively than me.

If you're my age, try this out. If you're not, join me in marvelling at a teenage girl's ability to bitch.