I'm you from the future. Our boobs have come in, we've been in love with someone who loves us back, and once in a terrible blue moon, someone will call us "ma'am." Even though we still freak out every time we meet a cute guy, we're smarter than we get credit for. There's a lot left to learn, but here are the seven things I wish I had known.
In the fall of 1975 I went to a birthday party. It was a time when we were quite impressed with ourselves, my friends and I. We had the right clothes -- overalls and carpenter pants, Frye boots and Huck-a-Poo shirts, and we were, for the most part, left to our own devices, free to smoke cigarettes and pot and drink cheap beer, walking from house to house in the cold nights, safe in our little suburban town.