Coming back from Summer holidays in 1974 a new term was loose on the street.  No more were girls frigid or as nervous as cats or dark horses or up tight.  No, over night they were now stuck up and losing some perennial battle of the bulge and doing special exercises, the bigger the better to fill the sweater, as the schoolyard taunt went.  And the girls said of each other they walked around like a s-h-one-t don't stink.  It is difficult to understand why they were hating on each other so much.  But like good little trolls and girls, we followed along, hair ratted up, belly buttons showing--whether innie our outie be.  Monkey see monkey do. Sweaters were in, too, even thought it was just past Labour Day.  Sweaters were cool unless they were made from a pattern and therefore looked too ethnic.  Style from the Fifties was unforgivable in the age of white platform boots. Somehow life settled down that Fall, and we all got through.  Perhaps...