Um. Let’s just say, theoretically, that your friends were in a band and they had some decent scratch from their record label to shoot a video and they wanted you to play a flapper in the video because, well, you’re pals and they like your vintage, uh, look, and also and perhaps mostly because your sweetheart is their manager and he has to go out to LA to oversee the video shoot and go to some band manager-type boring meetings and flights are cheap and you can squeeze in the time off and you decide you’re going to go with him and what the hell maybe be in the video because you only live once, right? So you say you will be a flapper girl as long as you don’t have to dance because you most emphatically do not dance but then today in the shower you start thinking about it and how they are probably going to put all this makeup on you and you might be around real actors and might have to change in front of people because don’t actors always have to change in front of people? And your face always gets all red when your picture gets taken or you have to talk in public too much AND you haven’t even really thought about the implications of your radical feminist cred being, like, totes shredded because you are playing a flapper girl in a boy band video shot in the very unfeminist land of LA.
But the cheapie tickets are bought, and now you will feel silly if you don’t at least hang around in the background. But what if they want you to wear some shortass tightass flapper dress and…so, theoretically, what would you do, wise and political and well-rounded and worldly blogreaders?
Here is what my theoretical friend said to my sweetheart when discussing the video, how scary does it sound? I can’t decide. “lag can be the main flapper girl that lures [redacted] down into the tunnels or a featured flapper or whatever she wants!!!” I WILL NOT DO ANY LURING! I’ll tell ya that. Tunnels? The video sounds freaky, yo. I am freaked.