Freestylin\\\’

Apparently, CBS (see cbs.com) went genius and now offers free viewings of Bevery Hills, 90210 and Twin Peaks. This has gotten me addicted to 90210 reruns, a show that I was not allowed to watch when it debuted — not until its third season or so. Fashion has certainly come full-circle, because I’m sure that I could assemble all of Kelly Taylor’s outfits from an American Apparel store.

Just in time, too, because in a couple of weeks I am going to be attending my 10 year high school reunion. Which of course, brings me to the all-important question of “What do I WEAR?” If it weren’t enough to decide what bad ass frock I’m going to flaunt with my growed up self, the theme is all white.

You heard it.

In a word, disastrous. The last time I bought a dress for an all-white party, I got to sail around Manhattan on a boat. It was pretty stylish, but what happened to the dress isn’t: It know has interesting brown spots all over it. Coffee? Bailey’s? Who knows.

The other thing is: hair. A few entries ago, I was pining over pixies — which is totally the crop of choice among the truly fashionable. Being the most stylish also happens to involve a set of nerves that throws being self-conscious out the window. Today, after watching my friend, J, look extra awesome with her Melrose Place “Jane” hair, it definitely gave me the courage to cut my hair ala our favorite Beverly Hills shoplifter, Winona Ryder.

This look definitely would have shocked my fellow graduating class, since I had hair down my back throughout high school. My style has also changed into a Nylon Magazine meets Redbook kind of deal, when I used to wear baggy clothes and random snatches from my mother’s hideaway vintage back in the day.

High school is usually a horror story for most people, and I definitely survived through some nightmares. It usually involved boys, best friends, or family. In all, I had a great group of friends from all over the cafeteria lunchroom. I was charming, witty, and a tad bit Brenda Walsh dramatic. There was no Luke Perry for me yet back then, however (not until my co-workers at the indie video store during my college days). It was either the Zach Morris look-a-like in my chem class (whom I would date for five years! By the way, uber-long high school relationships are way overrated — I wish I had the mindset to date more back then) or the Mos Def-esque prince who was a little older and where my heart truly was and stayed for many years, especially after hearing him read a piece that was inspired by the movie Leaving Las Vegas

If you asked me in high school what I would be doing now, the first thing I would have said still remains true: I live for writing. All the rest? Although I wound up with a guy I went to high school with, I didn’t even see him after high school until I was 26! I have a son, although I thought my blooming career would not allow for kids until post 30. You never would have heard me admit to wearing slim/skinny jeans — and I definitely would have had my license by now!

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