So this just in. Apparently when you Google “Brush Popper Shirts” an image of me, at ten-years-old, in a scrunchie on school picture day, comes up as an example.
My friend informed me with a screenshot for proof. Apparently she was reminiscing with her husband about these colorful, tarp-material western shirts of her youth, the ones specifically designed to repel wind and water, the ones endorsed by Garth Brooks himself… and he didn’t believe they actually existed.
So she Googled it.
And now her discovery is breaking the Internet. At least among my friends who like to support me in all of my glory.
So they’re Googling it themselves to see if it’s true.
Oh, it’s true.
There I am, in good company with George Strait, a lady with a “Fart Loading” t-shirt, Garth Broo…er, Chris Gains, some sexy 90s male models and this girl, who, lets face it, would have probably been my best friend back in the day…
Oh, and Roy Frickin’ Rogers.
And now I’m torn between being extremely proud that I’ve finally made it as a model/spokesperson/representative of one of my favorite 90s fashion crazes, knowing full well how proud the 10-year-old version of myself would be on how my good taste (which I took extremely seriously) has finally solidified our celebrity status after all these years and admitting that this wasn’t the only year I choose to wear a canvas Garth Brooks shirt for my school picture…
Yes, I’m proud and now, just a little worried about how many photos come up of me when you Google “Nerd.”
I’m too afraid to check.