Debbie R.
Her real name is Debra, but she’s just Debbie to me. Not that I knew her – she wuz just one of those peeps I knew stuff about. And that’s not to say that she knew shit about me. I certainly wouldn’t dare presume so, anyways…
Don’t you hate that? Knowing shitloads about tons of people who dunno jack about you? I mean, not hating that “knowledge”, but hating that you arbitrarily (and not stalkerishly, which means “like a stalker would know stuff about someone”) know stuff about her…
Anyway, she took the same bus as me and lived in a Tudor-style house. My homeboy also had a mild crush on her. I’d also heard some (likely) b.s. about her junior high mis-adventures that would be irresponsible to include here.
I believe for much of hi skool she wuz Ctrl-Alt-Del, that is to say “Alternative” or “Indy” or whatever the kids call in these days. Or maybe kids don’t call it shit these days, cuz they’re too bored/boring… Anyway, back in my era there were cliques mainly decided by whut music (or lack thereof) you identified with.
But in this pic here, Debbie appears full-on b-girl, or “beater”. Musically, I guess that’s SWV, Mary J. and similarly terrible early 90s R&B. Stylistically, it wuz signified by bright-red lipstick and the pulled-back hairdo my British friend and colleague refers to as the Croydon facelift (Croydon being a somewhat trashy area, I guess? That’s where the riots went down recently, in any case).
It’s funny how urbanized white trash (or blue-collar folks or whatever modern euphemism you prefer) have basically adopted a psuedo-black/hip hop look that they never rilly manage to pull off, nawimean? In the late 80s, these same folks were listening to RATT, WASP and Poison. By the mid-90s, it’d be Puffy, Biggie and ‘Pac. And yet that scruffy, hip hop trash look remains to this day.
Why can’t they pull it off? Cuz shit always seems just a couple years outta date. Or they choose to rock the worst possible vestiges of hip hop style – from gigantic Avirex leathers to construction Tims to maintaining the XXXL style of the early millenium. Maybe it’s because they can take a nice item when crisp – a sweet pair of Jordans, for instance – and ruin it by beating the shit out of them and encrusted them in street grime and daily usage. Does this qualify as a racist rant? I honestly don’t mean to denigrate here – just kinda pointing shit out. But I digress…
Back to the Croydon facelift… Mel C, or Sporty Spice, used to rock one. Anyhow, imagine elephant-cords and a paisley rayon shirt and you’ve got the entire beater outfit. Maybe 12-hole Doc Marten’s in a TLC-kinda way? Or some Fila Mind Bender runners. Maybe the Deion Sanders Diamond Turf joints. Them shits were kiiiillled in hi skool. And a lollipop petulantly dangling from those unbelievably shiny lips wouldn’t be outta place, neithers…
Why is this descriptor not included under “fly girl”? I dunno – I guess cuz that’s strictly the domain of black chicks to me. Kinda like how white guys that rilly wanna be down wish they could call themselves “n_____s” and shit – but can’t (or shouldn’t, anyway). But that’s just like, my opinion, man…