Good Girls sit up straight. And Good Girls go to Good Schools. Good Girls at Good Schools meet Nice Boys from Nice Families. And those Nice Boys become Good Husbands to Good Girls.
Good Girls sit with their legs closed.
Good Girls chew with their mouths closed.
Good Girls don’t swear.
Good Girls, Good girls, good girls…
Good Girls don’t make that face. She told me this face embarrassed her, and myself, at the mall when we ran into the mother of my Nice Friend. My Nice Friend from cheerleading, who went to the local Catholic school. I went to the public school. Nice Friend lived in a Nice Neighborhood. I did not. We did not.
She cautioned me against making this face in the future, as Nice Families would not invite me over to their house in their Nice Neighborhoods. She reminded me, that might be why I am not already being invited.
Good Girls don’t cry in public. She told me this many times. My first memory of this was in 5th grade, when my boyfriend broke up with me in a public place. She held me as she begged me not to cry so I would not make a scene. I heard her and I wanted so badly to obey but my body could not comply. This was my first heartbreak and my heart was convulsing right there for everyone to see.
My latest memory of this was the night of my graduation party from grad school…
