When I was in middle and high school, the cool girls had designer jeans. If they didn't, they had something else - LeSac purses or new sneakers or great neon off-the-shoulder sweatshirts, but mostly, they had the jeans. I never had any of that stuff. I know, poor me, right? Could my parents afford them? I don't know. That was never the point - they just said they weren't getting them, I didn't need them. I was never picked on or anything like that, but I still felt left out of the "look at my Jordache" conversations. It didn't seem like a big deal, but since its still affecting my decision making almost 30 years later, maybe it was bigger than I thought.
So, because I never had a pair of Jordache jeans, we got our daughter a phone, and her dad being the tech-y, she's got a pretty cool phone. And for good measure, my other daughter has a everything-but-a-phone device. They're ever grateful to Santa, but they should be thankful to their grandmother, too.
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