| "In my youth, and perhaps even today, Branksome girls were viewed as hoity-toity prats, goody two-shoes, hopelessly pampered, wouldn't say &^%$* if they had a mouthful. The Waspy version of cloistered Loretto Abbey snots, with their dorky uniforms and their velvet headbands and their popcorn anklets and their satchels. They existed in an alternate universe at which we sneered." |