I walked out of my doctor's office and over to the elevator. Standing before me was a pale white girl. She looked like she was in her late twenties. You know the type—as if her skin had never been exposed to the sun. She had jet-black, shiny, obviously dyed hair. She wore dark lipstick and eye shadow and dark black eyeliner and mascara. Then she had these small hoop earrings all over the place, at least five in one ear and three in the other, and one in her nose. I'm sure there was probably one in her tongue, but she didn't open her mouth so I couldn't prove it. I couldn't help but look her over. She was quite a sight. She had on a spandex long-sleeved blouse with a scoop neck, black cotton-spandex pants, and black sandals. Of course her toenails and fingernails were black—what other color would have completed the ensemble? Those elements alone were enough to draw negative attention toward her, make her presence undesirable, but she took her look, the evidence of her lifestyle, one step further.
What do You think about The Night Before Thirty (2003)?
