Some may say I chose the Mean Girls life, but the Mean Girls life chose me.
It wasn’t something I was looking for. The first day of my first class at the Walter Cronkite school and there he was. Regina George in the flesh.
It just made sense. He had this swag about himself. He knew what he wanted and didn’t put up with bullshit. Drama and stupidity was beneath him, two things that once defined me a long, long time ago. Not only did he not give a fuck, he got his shit done and looked great while doing it (I literally want to rob his closet). He was a bad bitch. But he was the first gay guy I ever really came into contact with, so I was pretty intimidated. I was so used to being the misfit and had no idea how to fit in with MAH PEOPLE. I wanted a Cady Heron transformation.
So this was all a big joke of course (I mean, let’s be real) but at the same time I felt like it was this imaginary goal that I would never actually accomplish: become friends with Regina George and be the Cady Heron I was born to be. It was funny, it was silly, it was a shit show.
This Regina George saga turned into a social media frenzy as friends and family kept up with the process of my goal to be Cady. With every sassy tweet and Facebook status, this whole thing became even more of a hot ass mess.
As our friendship blossomed, we would have nice lunches together.
You could say that we had similar cravings.
He just couldn’t get enough of my hilarity.
He would copy my outfits.
We had intimate conversations about due dates and classwork.
He would be DEVASTATED if I didn’t come to class.
My friends became intrigued.
I’m pretty sure my professor was on to me.
AND THEN…THERE WAS THE PENDING FRIEND REQUEST…
Then I felt badly…
But then I still thought I was a bad bitch though.
I contemplated telling him numerous times, but didn’t know when.
Eventually, Regina and I became friends and I was officially one of the Plastics.
One time we had a conversation only in Gaga lyrics. That’s how I know you can be friends with me. The Regina jokes eventually stopped, but the situation still remained funny. And I figured since I’ve been talking about being a bold bitch this year, I might as well talk about him openly and with his knowledge.
I told him who he was and he was supremely flattered!
“Make me famous, Robert,” he said.
Everyone has a Regina George in their life. And the way I see it, there are the Regina’s who are cold hearted bitches and there are the Regina’s who are bold ass bitches who do WERK and are chill people. Sometimes you have to be your own Regina George to get what you want, to be who you want to be, to set the trends you want to set, and most importantly, not let anyone stop you.
Be relentless. Be bold. Be Regina.
THE REGINA GEORGE
Meet Cody everyone.
xoxo Robby Rob