Got A Girl Crush On: Angela Chase and Rayanne Graff Rayanne: You wanna have sex with him.  Angela: Who?  Rayanne: Who. Jordan. Catalano. Come on, I’m not gonna tell anyone, just admit it.  Angela: I just like how he’s always leaning. Against stuff. He leans great. Well, either sex or a conversation. Ideally both.  1994. My So-Called Life. Can you believe it only lasted ONE season? Just one! (Makes me feel slightly less salty about Party Down being cancelled after 2). That’s 19 episodes of delicious teen angst melodrama that we are now free to watch over and over again (although, like many of it’s 90s tv show predecessors later released to dvd, is missing a LOT of it's pivotal music of the era and is instead replaced with bland approximations thereof thanks to MTV not being able to fork over usage fees to the RIAA). How badass did I think Rayanne was? Alas, there was no amount of flannel and bangles and peroxide that could camouflage my back-brace and lisp back then! I was  more of an Angela, minus ever scoring someone as nearly as foxy as Jordan Catalano. Sigh. (photo via jesseames: hellovagina)

Got A Girl Crush On: Angela Chase and Rayanne Graff

Rayanne: You wanna have sex with him. 
Angela: Who? 
Rayanne: Who. Jordan. Catalano. Come on, I’m not gonna tell anyone, just admit it. 
Angela: I just like how he’s always leaning. Against stuff. He leans great. Well, either sex or a conversation. Ideally both. 

1994. My So-Called Life. Can you believe it only lasted ONE season? Just one! (Makes me feel slightly less salty about Party Down being cancelled after 2). That’s 19 episodes of delicious teen angst melodrama that we are now free to watch over and over again (although, like many of it’s 90s tv show predecessors later released to dvd, is missing a LOT of it's pivotal music of the era and is instead replaced with bland approximations thereof thanks to MTV not being able to fork over usage fees to the RIAA).

How badass did I think Rayanne was? Alas, there was no amount of flannel and bangles and peroxide that could camouflage my back-brace and lisp back then! I was  more of an Angela, minus ever scoring someone as nearly as foxy as Jordan Catalano.

Sigh.

(photo via jesseameshellovagina)

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