I’ve always been attracted to the sound women make when they’re feeling particularly small and ineffectual, but I didn’t have a name for it. MTV came to my rescue ten years ago, during a scene on Laguna Beach where two of the hotter, meaner girls were shopping, and one of them was making a kind of whimpering, whiny, squeak as she struggled to reach an item on a high shelf.
“You’re making the Reaching Noise,” the other one noted.
I am all about the Reaching Noise.
The best part of this post is @bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls watching Laguna Beach.
It’s right up there with the tit punching guy wearing a MLP shirt on the list of things that make me super happy.
Watch it, or you and I are so dunzo.
This actually reminds me of a conversation I had with Bows. She kept repeating something, and I told her to “stop trying to make ‘fetch’ happen.” She instantly dissolved into a fit of shocked, hysterical giggles, delighted by the reference. Like I’m Encino Man, and couldn’t have possibly been aware of anything that happened in the world since… well, since Encino Man.
🎤…Let the rain fall down, I’m comin’ cleeeeeeeean…