ringers, grease, and technology class: a primer

July 13, 2009

judy blume moments

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We were in fifth grade, standing on the edge of my front lawn, our bicycles tossed to the ground. "Whaddaya wanna do now?" Leigh asked.

"Let’s be grease monkeys," I said. I wanted to be good at something. It couldn’t be just any old thing. Like making good rainbows with the sprinkler or belting out a decent rendition of Annie’s "Maybe." It had to be surprising and somehow underhanded. Like a pool hall hustler, I wanted to catch people off guard. And in my world "off guard" meant a girl who was good at fixing things. Not patching up relationships or ripped jeans, but a girl who could get all greased lightening.

"What the hell’s a grease monkey?"

"You know, when you wipe your brow with a rag and make like you’re adjusting your ball sack," I said as I rubbed my hands over the loose bicycle chain that had come undone. We examined the dark goop, then I smeared it on my face as if I were a quarterback.

"That’s not gonna work," Leigh said.

She was right. We went upstairs and played my Grease album on a record player. I kept lifting the needle, so we could keep hearing the word tit. That’s as close as I got.

Three years later, we were forced to take a technology class with Mr. Heilbrun, where we studied inventions and inventors, people who surprised you for a living. My favorite inventor? The dude who invented the bra. His name, our teacher told us, was "Caresse.*" Easy mnemonic device. Awesome.

Except, upon looking it up now, I realize I memorized the wrong fact! The bra was invented, not by a man named "caress" but, by a woman named Mary. Oh, the terrible irony. A prissy straight-laced dame named Mary adiosed her whale bone corset in favor of some silk and a pink bow. What a ringer.

* Turns out Caresse Crosby was the business name Mary used for her brassiere production company. Oh well, so I got it wrong. Technology class did, however, finally prove useful. I built a wooden cutting board, and a small race car with an egg strapped in (to test its safety features upon impact). Most of all, though, I learned how to make one surprising thing: a spectacle of myself. A talent I’d carry with me all through the days of my life.

2 YEARS AGO: Hermes Scarves and Babies, Porridge
3 YEARS AGO: Snorting
4 YEARS AGO: Not Quite Palm Beach, Meat Sundaes
5 YEARS AGO: Sob Story

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9 Responses to “ringers, grease, and technology class: a primer”

  1. Jack Gilead Says:

    I always thought it was Otto Titzling. Quick call the folks at Trivial Pursuit, they’ve got it wrong!

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  2. Judith Says:

    smudge-proof lipstick. You crack my shit up.

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  3. Sam Says:

    Did you seriously even get the concept of ball sack in 5th grade. I mean I would have known about balls and the other bit, but the conept of a sack to hold the balls is a part that wouldn’t cross into my consciousness til much much later in life… this post was more like the posts that made me love this blog…

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  4. Anna B. Says:

    “So fun running into you at Perla’s! I have to say, you are so much prettier in person. It’s your personality, I guess. I mean, you just light up a room. Thanks also for your quickie advice!”

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  5. Carrie L. Says:

    How did your bedroom bedding/bed dilemma all work out? Any photos to share?

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  6. Kat Says:

    Love this post. I, too, went through a brief inexplicable phase of wanting to be able to fix things, like an auto mechanic or something. I think mainly because it was the total opposite of the neat little box everyone else seemed to put me in.

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  7. csuebee Says:

    really? you used words like ball sack at that age? hmm.

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