<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272457864496445240</id><updated>2011-06-05T11:02:17.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nookie cookie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutros2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4272457864496445240/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutros2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mQyStLpmC0k/TbVkwHgWmII/AAAAAAAAAAo/shL18mTn6Js/s220/103_0310.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272457864496445240.post-8547395805392493639</id><published>2011-04-24T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T06:37:11.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You There, God, It's Me, Beltless</title><content type='html'>I guess this post will mainly be relevant to the females out there, since it concerns Judy Blume, but hey, guys, feel free to chime in as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I got to reminiscing about the old books I used to read when I was a pre-teen ("tween"), like Beverly Cleary and, of course, Judy Blume, so I went online and ordered up a few books to see if the books were still like I remembered them. This past weekend I read a few of them. (They're super short, so can be read in about an hour, even while watching COPS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Again, Maybe I Won't, the book about adolescent boys that taught me about wet dreams, is still pretty good, though likely tame by today's standards. I don't read a lot of other adolescent literature these days, but it seems that most main characters wouldn't have severe stomach pains because their friend was shoplifting. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most transformative Judy Blume book for me, and for a lot of girls, I think, at least back in the 80s, was Are You There, God, It's Me, Margaret?, despite its annoyingly long title. Cutting to the chase, it walked girls through the "getting a bra" experience and the "getting your first period" experience. One of the most salient and baffling features of the original book, I recall, was that when Margaret bought "practice" supplies so she would be prepared for her first period, she bought pads, of course, but then she had to buy A BELT to put them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I was born in 1976, and by the time I read this book I was familiar with what the sanitary supplies under our bathroom sink consisted of: Tampax, pantiliners, some Kotex pads. I had a mom, I had an older sister. I was fairly certain there was no belt involved. No belt, no suspenders, braces, chains, rubber bands. I was baffled. I was also a little jealous because, according to Margaret, you could get them in pink or purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was always one of the parts of the book that stuck with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was shocked when I got to the part in the book where Margaret gets her stuff from the drugstore and there is NO MENTION of a belt. Just pads. Judy Blume at some point updated the book and replaced the belt part with the typical, modern adhesive pad. I don't know why, but it made me a little sad. AYT,G,IM,M was kind of like a historical document for me. Dated, sure, but still it seemed pretty perfect just the way it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring back the belt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4272457864496445240-8547395805392493639?l=boutros2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutros2.blogspot.com/feeds/8547395805392493639/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boutros2.blogspot.com/2011/04/are-you-there-god-its-me-beltless.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4272457864496445240/posts/default/8547395805392493639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4272457864496445240/posts/default/8547395805392493639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutros2.blogspot.com/2011/04/are-you-there-god-its-me-beltless.html' title='Are You There, God, It&apos;s Me, Beltless'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mQyStLpmC0k/TbVkwHgWmII/AAAAAAAAAAo/shL18mTn6Js/s220/103_0310.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
