When I was 16 years old, I *idolized* my cousin Felix
He was the first person I knew who had Guess jeans (and a matching vest). His hair looked like he’d stepped out of a Duran Duran video. He shopped at Retail Slut on Melrose—the same store where Madonna bought her black plastic bracelets. He also changed the course of my life when he and his art school friends took me to see Pink Flamingos.
Up until then I’d been a pretty normal suburban girl. I got good grades. I’d been on both my high school’s speech team and the newspaper staff. I did what I was suposed to do. I was the poster girl for “normal”.