The secret life of teenage girls
So I'm in the
Concordia University library, holding the monster three-volume doorstopper that is the
Krever Inquiry report on tainted blood (more on that next week), a middle-aged fat gal loudly galumping along with her long wallet chain swaying.
I pass by a table of three 19-year-old chickies, who stop everything, check me out, elbow each other, begin to giggle, and whisper excitedly to each other.
Wow. I am some cute!
Right?