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This was my first paying job. I had volunteered at the animal shelter and the art museum previous summers, but this year I was old enough to join a detassling crew.
I was very excited about this job. I planned to buy myself contact lenses and a bicycle.
I was a late bloomer. At age 15 I was still a child. My favorite passtimes were fishing and rabbit hunting and reading. Ambushing younger cousins in the woods, digging deep holes for tiger traps, building forts...
The first day I went to the municipal swimming pool parking lot to catch the detassling bus, I was a little nervous. I didn't know anyone there. There were about 20 girls aged 15-17, mostly on the younger side. Everyone seemed to know someone else except for me.
When we got to our first field of the day, after having slept a little bit on the bus in transit, we all woke up, ate something from our lunch stashes, and milled around while our crew leader got organized.
When we got started working a group of four friends started singing "I want your Sex," and most everyone joined in.
I had never heard the song. It was very bizarre. For a fleeting moment at the beginning, I thought it might be a song the girls had made up themselves. Then everyone started singing it and I knew I had stumbled across something known to the entire world, except for me.
It kind of reminded me of the "Two all-beef patties special sauce double cheese pickles onions on a sesame-seed bun" craze of my grade-school years.
I was shocked by the totally dirty lyrics, and excited. On the all-girls' detassling crew we tromped through fields sweating in the sun in our cut-offs and bikini tops, singing dirty songs. Nowhere else in the world could I experience anything like it. And be part of it!
I became friends with two older heavy metal girls who took me under their wing. They brought in their lunch pails oranges into which they had injected peach schnappes with a hypodermic needle. They were the most fascinating women I had ever met in my life.
This was my first paying job. I had volunteered at the animal shelter and the art museum previous summers, but this year I was old enough to join a detassling crew.
I was very excited about this job. I planned to buy myself contact lenses and a bicycle.
I was a late bloomer. At age 15 I was still a child. My favorite passtimes were fishing and rabbit hunting and reading. Ambushing younger cousins in the woods, digging deep holes for tiger traps, building forts...
The first day I went to the municipal swimming pool parking lot to catch the detassling bus, I was a little nervous. I didn't know anyone there. There were about 20 girls aged 15-17, mostly on the younger side. Everyone seemed to know someone else except for me.
When we got to our first field of the day, after having slept a little bit on the bus in transit, we all woke up, ate something from our lunch stashes, and milled around while our crew leader got organized.
When we got started working a group of four friends started singing "I want your Sex," and most everyone joined in.
I had never heard the song. It was very bizarre. For a fleeting moment at the beginning, I thought it might be a song the girls had made up themselves. Then everyone started singing it and I knew I had stumbled across something known to the entire world, except for me.
It kind of reminded me of the "Two all-beef patties special sauce double cheese pickles onions on a sesame-seed bun" craze of my grade-school years.
I was shocked by the totally dirty lyrics, and excited. On the all-girls' detassling crew we tromped through fields sweating in the sun in our cut-offs and bikini tops, singing dirty songs. Nowhere else in the world could I experience anything like it. And be part of it!
I became friends with two older heavy metal girls who took me under their wing. They brought in their lunch pails oranges into which they had injected peach schnappes with a hypodermic needle. They were the most fascinating women I had ever met in my life.
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money , tired , growing up , job , singing , midwest , iowa , farming , field work , adolescence , hard work , detassling , adolescent , late bloomer , rites of passage , fuzzy navel , waking up at dawn , singalong , singing while you work , heavy metal girls , bleach blonde , bag lunch , exhausted , sweating
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