I spent middle school and junior high in classes for etiquette, foreign languages, application of cosmetics, and ballroom dance. Super cool. By the time I started high school, I was already a sophisticated young woman with style. I wore elegant, austere suits by Julio and Oscar de la Renta, unforgiving three-inch heels, and nude cosmetics. My grades were always 9.5, never 10. Not because I couldn’t score that extra half a point, but because I didn’t want to embarrass the boys. I am, or was, the sort of woman people say doesn’t exist. Blond, slim, sexually available without being slutty. A lady
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