Mean Girls

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We are supposed to pay our rent by the end of the month, rest the last day of creation, and wear pink on Wednesdays. It’s the way it is supposed to be. It is a great coincidence that the 10th anniversary of Mean Girls landed on a Wednesday. So go ahead, grab the pinkiest outfir you got and wear it. Let’s celebrates MG birthday!

I remember when I went to see the movie in the cinema. It was my friend’s birthday, and she invited a bunch of girls to watch the movie. I was wearing a black skirt and an awful white tank that had flowers on it. Fashion was so horrible back then! I’ve watched the trailer before going to the movies, and I wanted to look fabulous while watching fabulous girls. How dumb was I?

When I was 8 years old, I couldn’t really understand the movie, it was just something to kill time, not a movie for a little girl to enjoy.  When my lady parts started to grow and I finally let my kid’s days behind, I started to understand more the movie, and of course, I started to love it. The movie marked an era.

Tina Fey is a genius who wrote this comedy in a smart way.  She adapted a book (Queen Bees and Wannabes by Rosalind Waiseman) and converted it in THE movie we all love.

More than a simple comedy, I believe that there are many life lessons –or things that can be related to your life- in MG:

The four candy canes for Glen Coco –ohh, my favorite quote in the whole movie- is a reference for those players in every school. He got four effing candy canes, and we assume there are not from his bros.  We all know at least one guy who has all the girls tripping over for him, and even if he is a good person inside, as a female person we despite the Glen Cocos in our lives.


      We all have a Regina George inside us, and when we meet someone who already let hers go out, we start acting like a bitch. We spend hours trying to achieve “the natural look” and we bitch around. It’s not that I’m a bad person because I like seeing people suffer, but it’s our way of not letting people get to us.  Yep, our bitchy Regina George can be trigger anytime, any day. Let’s hope our good side does a good job at being a warden.

There are real friends and people who don’t like you that call themselves friends. There is a difference! Gretchen and Karen (and let’s add Cady on this) were minions, not friends. They were scared of Regina, and that is the worst kind of friendship ever. No, scratch that, that is not friendship. Always stick to your real friends, the ones that will never let you down. Forget those “fabulous” people, and stick to the ones that make you feel fabulous.

Jingle Bell Rocks gets boring if you do it every single year! Mix it up, and show your real talent and forget what people will say. You are beautiful, no matter what they say, and words can’t bring you down. (See what I did there? Damien sang this song, without caring what people will think)

            Janis Ian didn’t care what people thought. She was herself, and that is kick ass!

We all are indestructible until our Burn Book goes out. Not only our personal secrets, but what we think of others. My dad always tells me that the fish dies by its mouth. Shut yours, and keep the bad comments for yourself.
Happy 10th Anniversary, Mean Girls! You are so fetch!

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Elle Woods

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We all have watched Legally Blond at least 3 times (If you haven’t, I command you to watch it now). For most of us is more than a chick flick to watch with popcorn and diet coke. Legally Blond is the kind of movie that shows us girl power.

Elle Woods showed us that being pretty and smart is possible, that staying true to yourself is important and that you can achieve anything you want if you work hard enough.  She was considered a bimbo, a dumb blondie who couldn’t achieve anything that wasn’t related to fashion, nails or hair. More than once she kicked ass by just being her and studying hard.

When she thought she wasn’t good enough for someone –er, a boy- , she worked even harder to prove him wrong. Warner’s face when he saw Elle at Harvard Law School? Priceless!   And we are not saints, we want people to have that kind of reaction when we conquer something they thought we weren’t capable of doing. It is self-satisfaction: I conquer my Everest, I prove you wrong. In your face!

I once read that you should be a Fruit Loop in a Cheerios world. Elle show us that being the only pink dot in a grey world is even better.


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Editor In Chief

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When I was six years old I went to this beach club with my uncles and my cousins. My cousin Stephi was an eight-year-old back then, and I wanted to be “a grown up” like her so badly that I imitated her in almost everything she did.  When we arrived at our three day vacation destination we ran up to the new stand; I wanted some chocolate and Stephi wanted something to read. She bought a magazine called “TU” (you in Spanish), and just to play grown-up, I ask for one too. I followed my uncles to our beach spot, and sat there with my magazine in hand. Words like “sex”, “clubbing”, “miniskirts” appeared written in the pages. Words unknown to me, words that were taboo for so long.  I didn’t understand most of those words until I turned 11-12 and receive and awful amount of information about my body and *cough cough* men’s private parts. But before hitting puberty, I kept reading TU Magazine. Truth to be told, it was a poorly written and edited magazine. Pictures didn’t belong to certain articles, and some overlapped the words printed in the page. Sometimes words were missing and some pages were upside down. It was a mess. But I bought it for anyways. I spent afternoons pretending I was the chief of the magazine (at that age, the term “Editor in Chief” was unknown to me). I corrected some grammar and spelling mistakes. I saw the models in the fashion section, and choose the ones that were good enough for the next issue. I circled the pictures that belong to other articles and wrote the words that were missing.  It was my own game, and I loved it.

Correcting that magazine wasn’t the only thing I loved to do as a child. Of course playing with Barbie’s and running around the yard were part of my childhood, along with other activities. I also enjoyed writing in a Word Document short stories. Back then I found my dream career, even if I didn’t realize it.

I was a kid with an ambition: work in a magazine someday. When I grew up I added little things to my dream job. Not only do I want to work for a magazine, but one that is located in the Hearst Tower. Rebecca Bloomwood walked through those doors aiming to get her dream job, and so will I.  I will make that 6-year-old girl dream come true. I’ll be an Editor in Chief, a great one.


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