Pretty hopeless on August 24, 1998…

Dear Breakup Girl,

Me and Mr. Perfect have been dating for eleven months. But I guess I should explain to you what all went on during those months, the best ones of my life. We met one day in advanced drama where I was actually trying to hook him up with someone else. But then I started to get to know him and I really don’t know why we didn’t notice each other sooner, as perfect as we fit together. He shared many of the same interests….we both acted and modeled and even had the same agency representing us. He was Mr. Popular who every girl dreamed of (his looks and charm told why) and I was Head Cheerleader and class President. He modeled for Tommy and I was on the verge of a job for CK Jeans. Everyone thought we were the PERFECT couple, and at first, I did too. We even acted together, often starring opposite each other. In the school’s major production I was Juliet and he was Romeo.

But you know how high school works, as soon as people start getting jealous the rumors start flying!!! All across the school we were known for everything from sleeping together to modeling in nude photos. It didn’t bother me as much as it did him. He became obsessed with his ego, and when I confronted him about it, he denied it. We decided it best if we broke up for a bit to get the rumors off our backs. They were hurting our relationship too much. We got to the point where we were scared to talk to each other in class, in fear someone might start something from it. Soon our reps were cleared and we started going back out. We loved each other so much it was hard to keep apart. But then he started seeing other chicks. At first it was just an occassional “friend” over at his house (which doesn’t bother me at all), but it worked up to where he was skipping dates with me to spend weekends at their condos and resorts.

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Nice eulogy here.

…Certainly she embodied, in her rather brief career, many fairly significant shifts in how women were viewed, on television and in the culture, something I can’t imagine any of us expected as we gazed through the dim choking haze of adolescence at that mane of golden hair and perfect smile and wondered why the gods were so arbitrary with their gifts.

If nothing else, Farrah Fawcett proved something that should make life a little easier for the rest of us: You don’t have to have a huge body of work to make a pretty big imprint. Though a great smile certainly helps.