Both Sides Now (Side A)
“What about Carla?” Seth asked.
“Pretty, but,” Bob sighed, “she’s so full of pain that one day she’ll evaporate and become a Stevie Nicks song.”
“Lauren?”
“Sounds too much like Shania Twang, but doesn’t look enough like her.”
“Chrissy?”
“Seriously?” Bob snorted. “She’s gone Etheridge.”
“Oh. I didn’t know.” Seth looked around the cafeteria, the dance banners sparkling in bright colors. A cluster of girls sat a few tables away. “Amanda?” he suggested.
“Trashy as Britney Spears without being as slutty,” Bob dismissed the idea.
“What about Brittney?”
“LiLo, Jr.?”
“Great fun at a party,” Seth pointed out.
“Until she’s passed out and you have to drag her ass home.”
“OK, no,” Seth sighed, exasperated. “Laura?”
“She looks too much like Bianca Ryan. I feel guilty having lustful thoughts about America’s Sweetheart.”
“Amy?” Seth tried finally.
“Now she’s Fergalicious,” Bob agreed, smiling. He stood and started over to the other side of the cafeteria.