"Just imagine it! We’ll have to wash our hair every night, we’ll have to sleep on rollers ‘til our scalp bleeds, then we’ll have to get up at six every morning for the comb-out. Your lungs’ll be lined with hairspray. Then you’ll need all this equipment to push up the tits, and blitz the zits, and spray the pits. Then—then you stagger into class, and you look perfect, but you’re exhausted! You’re too tired to even think! But that’s okay, because the teachers, they won’t call on you anyway! Also, you don’t wanna be smarter than the boys—they don’t like that. So, to wake up, you drink some coffee at lunch—but don’t eat the food! You’ll be on a permanent diet…’real life’ is boy on top of girl…look at us! Just mention boys and everybody’s a traitor!"