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Then it's unanimous. Under no circumstances will the Fashion Club accept

applicants with stubby fingertips. Stacy, what is the next membership

qualification on our agenda?

Weight guidelines. Unless you want to talk about something else.

If it's all right with you, Stacy, I prefer to conduct this meeting in an

orderly fashion. That said, I move we scale back the number of allowable pounds

by three.

Um, Sandi, I think it's a really cute idea and all, but it might make it really

hard to find new members.

Obviously, I'm the only one in this room concerned with the burgeoning obesity

problem tearing apart the very fabric of our land.

Not the fabric!

If I must stand alone in setting exemplary standards for others to follow, so be it.

You're all overruled. Next topic.

That's mine! Give it back!

Forget it, jerko!

Um, the next topic is eyelash density.

You suck! You suck!

Excuse me.

Shut up, you little brats!

Give me the remote!

My leg! It's broken!

Wow, you were right. There really are more ZooZoo Drops in a box than Juicy Joes.

I'm just grateful for the opportunity to enlighten. Now pay up.

Give me a chance to win my money back first? See Kevin over there? I bet this

five that within ten minutes he'll stun and amaze his friends by crushing a can

to his head.

Nah. It's more of a "covering his eyes with pepperonis and pretending he's blind"

kind of a day.

You're on.

I'm blind! I'm blind!

So many talents. He really should run off and join the circus.

Or just run off.

And the doctor said Sandi's leg will be in a cast for at least a month.

Poor Sandi. Crutches don't go with anything.

That's the same thing those land mine victims are always complaining about.

Damn it! This article says restaurants won't serve meat rare anymore! Some crap

about gastroenterological disorders.

But Jake, you order well done anyway.

Once in a while, a man wants a slab of bloody red steak!

Isn't anybody listening?!

Oh, hi, Quinn. Didn't hear you come in.

Fine. If no one cares then I'll just go to my room.

Quinn! Come back. Of course we want to hear about Stacy.

Sandi!

And then I said, "You can't wear sneakers to Chez Pierre," and he said he didn't

know that.

You know, a guy once took me to a chain restaurant.

No! Tell us about it.

Really?

Hello? Sandi! How are you feeling?

How do you think I'm feeling? I can't even give myself a pedicure with this

stupid cast.

So then, it's good that you can't go out.

Are you sure you don't want to have this meeting at your house?

Yes, I'm sure. Unless it's too confusing for you to follow what I'm saying from

this speakerphone.

Don't be silly, Sandi.

Silly? Gee, Quinn. Is there anything else you'd like to call me while I'm not

there to defend myself in person?

What I meant was...

Excuse me. I have a call.

It's Cashman's. I'll have to call you back.

Poor Sandi. Too bad she's not here. I've really missed her these past few weeks.

Oh, yeah...

Yeah.

Brittany. Would you care to tell us some of the factors leading up to the Great Depression?

Um, when people realized they had no money they got really depressed?

Brittany, explain something. Do you perhaps harbor a powerful phobia that it

might actually hurt to think?

Um, I think that's pronounced "pheebia."

Would anyone else care to broadcast their complete lack of education?!

Bet you ten he'll say "imbeciles."

I'm going to go with "morons."

I see. Perhaps it's my own stupidity that allows me to think I could actually

impart wisdom to a bunch of...

Say it.

Starts with an "m."

Imbecilic morons!

You know, these little bets have cost you 40 clams so far. If I had a

self-image, I'd think you were bribing me to be your friend.

Bet you the whole 40 I'm not.

Nice try.

Wait. Clams?

Guys, guys! Jackie is wearing green shoes with yellow socks!

I never did like her.

I don't believe it.

I know. I couldn't believe it, either.

No, I mean it's Sandi. She's come back to school.

And she's...

Fat...

Gee, Tiffany, why don't you take a picture? It will last longer.

But I don't have a camera.

I mean, you can stop staring at me.

We weren't staring. We were, um... looking at your skirt. It looks really cute

over that cast.

You can hardly tell you've gained... a cast.

Hi, guys!

Quinn! You spoke to us!

Can I walk you to class?

No, me!

Guys, look who's back! Sandi.

This can't be happening. I'm ruined!

Why me? Oh, God, why me?

Sandi wasn't in Mr. O'Neill's class, either, so she must have left school.

Gee, I hope it doesn't have anything to do with, well, you know... not that she looks

that bad.

I know. She looks really good for a fat person. She could inspire fat people.

Stacy, I don't think we should use the "F" word when talking about Sandi.

Right. She could inspire the thinly challenged everywhere. Like, travel around

the world in a Winnebago and show people you can be fa... differently

weighted... and still have great color sense.

Um, Stacy, hold that thought.

Sandi! Sure, I'll be right over.

Quinn? Quinn?! But, Quinn, I didn't say fat.

Quinn, you're so lucky you have your thinness.

Oh, Sandi, you're not that not that thin.

It's sweet of you to say that, Quinn. Thank you for being my best friend.

Sandi, I...

And as my best friend, I want you to be the first to know that, out of respect

to the Fashion Club's stringent obesity policy, I am resigning the presidency.

Sandi, you can't resign!

Please, Quinn, this is painful enough as it is. All I ask is that, after you

assume the presidency, you'll try to remember me as I used to be.

Me? President?

I'm just grateful I'm being replaced by someone who truly excels in accessorizing.

Sandi, I could never replace you!

Really?

Of course not! You're...

Quinn... that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me. Refusing the

presidency out of respect for our friendship.

Uh, what I mean is, I couldn't do the job just like you...

You don't have to explain. If I live another 20 years I'll never be able to

express the gratitude I feel for your unwavering devotion.

I humbly accept your resignation.

Um... don't mention it.

Meet the psychic Nazi hunter who says the Fuhrer's been reincarnated... as a

madcap leggy blonde! "There's something about Hitler," tonight on Sick, Sad World.

How much do I owe you now?

Still 40.

Clams?

Simoleons. Try to keep up.

You're not going to believe what happened!

You're right. Save your breath.

Sandi resigned from the Fashion Club because she's fat, and then I had to resign

to show Sandi my support, although I didn't really mean to resign, and now I

don't know what's going to happen because there's no way there can even be a

Fashion Club without me and Sandi!

Um, Quinn? It's me, Daria.

Did I hear right? The death of the Fashion Club? That at last the people shall

be free?

Not likely. That club's like a hydra. You cut off one airhead, two more grow back.

Hmm. Care to put a wager on that? Say, 40 piasters?

Make it spondulicks.

Damn it, Daria! Special orders my foot! Medium! Medium! Medium! Our freedom of

choice is gone!

Quinn! Dad's here and he wants to hear all about Sandi!

Before we begin the meeting, I have an announcement to make. Sandi has resigned

from the Fashion Club.

Quinn, that's terrible! Not that we shouldn't respect her decision.

Yeah, that's awful... oh, well.

She says she can't even come back to school because it hurts too much to walk in

her cast.

So if you're the vice president and Sandi's resigned, then you must be the new president.

Congratulations...

Well, actually...

So what's the first item of business, President Quinn? The best president ever!

Long live the Quinn! Hey... !

Guys, stop it! I'm resigning, too.

What?

Oh, no! Was it something I said? Something I did?

No, Stacy. See, I kind of had to promise Sandi I'd resign. Tiffany, I guess

you're the president now, and Stacy, you're vice president.

Quinn, you can't go! What will we do without you?!

You're going to carry on the Fashion Club mission. You'll stop the vertically

challenged from wearing really fat stripes, point out icky fibers to icky fibers

wearers, and fight frosted shadows wherever you go, unless it's at a costume

party. You'll hold yourselves up to the highest standards possible. No ankle

boot too pointy, no chartreuse too chartreusey, and no mock turtleneck too

mocky. And finally, you will never, ever date anyone less attractive than you

are... although equally attractive is okay.

My sources tell me that, though diminished by half, the soldiers of style battle on.

Huh?

The Fashion Club still exists. Give me my 40 George W's.

Daria, please. These girls aren't the swiftest boats in the current. Give them

some time to realize they've broken up.

You're not trying to weasel out of paying me?

No! Just making sure you don't think I'm buying your friendship.

Come on, Tiffany, you're the president. Start the meeting and pick a topic already.

Topic... ?

You know, like Sandi used to. She'd say something like "nail decals" and Quinn

would say they're passé and Sandi would ask if Quinn knew the difference between

passé and retro and Quinn would explain what she meant to say and we'd move on

to the next topic.

Hmm... topic. I know.

How about fashion?

Um, maybe if we tried begging Quinn to come back.

But, Quinn, you have to return to the Fashion Club. We need you!

Really need you.

Guys, I would if I could, but I can't because I promised Sandi.

But she doesn't have to know. Please?

Okay... I'll think about it.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, Quinn!

Or is it 16 times to the right?

Brittany, let me ask a hypothet... make-believe question. What would you do if

you found out Angie went on a date with Kevin?

But Angie would never do that to me. She's my friend.

And friends don't go behind other friends' backs, do they? I knew this girl who

went behind her friend's back and felt so guilty about it she ended up in an

insane asylum and they made her wear drawstring pants and a big plastic bracelet.

Serves her right, the back-stabber!

Anyhoo, thanks for straightening that out for me.

Ooh, I can't believe Kevvy cheated on me with Angie! Wait till I get my hands on him!

Stacy, I want to come back but I just can't wear drawstring pants.

Brr...

What?

I mean, I can't betray Sandi. You'll just have to find some new members.

Oh, God, what if that's her? Got to run.

I guess we're on our own. Anyway, I thought up some topics...

if that's okay with you.

Sure.

Let's begin with a debate on crew necks. Now, I think people with long necks

look really good in them because they make their necks look long.

Do you think I look good in crew necks?

Of course. You look good in anything. But what about the color?

I think I prefer pastels.

Do you think I look good in pastels?

Um, yes, Tiffany. Anyway, I don't care how long her neck is. I can't believe she

dated Matt Damon.

Do you think I'd look good with Matt Damon?

Quinn's right. We need more members.

You can't let Gina into the Fashion Club. Her teeth are thick. Heidi?! With the

clogs?! Gee, I guess there really aren't any suitable girls at school.

Maybe the club should break up. Stacy, stop crying.

Stacy... !

Ice cream out of the carton? You're going to end up like Sandi!

I suppose your friendship is over now that she can't squeeze into a size zero.

Daria, I am not shallow. Besides, it's not like Sandi's gotten ugly or anything.

Wow, I've really misjudged you. I never realized you'd be willing to sacrifice

your own popularity for the sake of friendship.

What do you mean?

Well, you and I both know how society discriminates against the overweight, even

to the point of shunning them. The old Quinn might even have done it herself.

But this new Quinn? Willing to stick by her friend no matter how heavy she gets,

even if it costs you your own status? Wow

Simply wow.

Um... yeah.

Some more shallow friend might try to make Sandi lose weight so she could rejoin

the Fashion Club and return life to normal, but not you. You accept her as she is.

Kudos to you, Quinn Morgendorffer.

Uh... thanks! Got to go!

Sandi, open up! It's an emergency!

Quinn!

I told you little creeps no visitors!

Go ahead, laugh at my disfigurement.

I would never laugh at you, Sandi. Besides, you're not disfigured.

You're beautiful on the inside. That's all that counts.

Then what are you doing here?

I'm going to make you fit to go out in public again.

What?

Now that your cast is off, I'm here to help you lose weight.

Oh, Quinn, can't you see that it's too late? My life is over!

Sandi, you're not 30. Now let's get started.

I know it's hard to believe, but I once weighed over a hundred pounds.

What's wrong, Sandi?

Nothing. It's just... oh, Quinn, I love you so much!

Oh, Sandi, I love you, too!

Quinn's right. There just aren't any girls up to the Fashion Club's standards.

If only looks weren't everything.

I know. Too bad we can't let boys in.

Tiffany, that's a great idea.

What?

About the boys.

Boys? Where?

Hey, guys. Are you doing anything this afternoon? Because Tiffany and I would

really like it if you could come over to my house for sodas.

Will Quinn be there?

Yeah, Quinn!

No... there will be a free form discussion on swimwear.

A discussion?

Um, I mean, we want to show you some girls in bikinis!

Babes in bikinis! Nice! All right! We're there!

So Jamie, Jeffy and Joey are going to Stacy's to talk style. Jocks on frocks.

sounds like a Fashion Club meeting to me.

Trust me, it will be the last.

Uh-huh.

Care to double our bet?

It's your wampum.

Prepare to kiss your moolah good-bye.

Let's see the bikinis!

Yeah, bikinis!

Um, that's not till later. Right now we're discussing tank tops.

Tanks are cool!

Yeah, like in that movie, World War Blood?

Um, I didn't see that movie. What color were the tank tops?

Green! You want the enemy to spot your tank?

Well, yeah... that's kind of the whole idea.

But what about the element of surprise?

You surprise them by looking really hot.

He's talking about war.

So am I.

No, you know, conceal and surprise?

You think I need concealer?

Um, where are the bikinis, anyway?

Yeah! Bikinis!

Right here.

Yeah! Excellent!

Which fabric do you like best?

Fabric?

We've got to go... do something.

Yeah.

Uh, prior engagement.

The Fashion Club is falling apart! What are we going to do?

Hmm... I do need concealer.

Can't... I... rest?

Did Cleopatra rest when she was inventing mascara? Did Neferiti rest when she

was posing for statues? Did Helen of Troy rest when she was doing whatever it

was she did?

Beauty never rests! Now, swim, you cow, swim!

What?!

Sorry. Coach talk.

Should we tell her it's easier to speak if you open your mouth?

Stacy, what time is the Fashion Club meeting today?

There is no meeting.

How co...

How come?! Because I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of doing all the work while

you just sit there. I tried my best, and even if it wasn't as good as Sandi's or

Quinn's, a chain is only as strong as its weakest round thingy, and you refused

to lift one freakin' finger! I'm through running the Fashion Club all by myself

while you stare... in the mirror... and talk... about yourself... and I, I, I quit!

Hmm, maybe I should quit, too.

You saw it here first. The Fashion Club is dead. Pay me my 80 smackers.

Don't look now, but I think the guy with the balloon animals is back.

It's Sandi! And she's... thin.

Then it's agreed. Applicants can't have stubby fingertips or nails shorter than

one-quarter of an inch.

Next topic: weight requirement.

I move that we review maximum allowable weights on a case by case basis.

That's a great idea, Sandi!

Yeah! Absolutely.

Let's move on to eyelashes.

Um, Quinn... as president of the Fashion Club, I believe it is my job to decide

on the topic for membership guidelines, unless there was a change of protocol in

my absence that allows the vice president to switch topics at whim.

But Sandi, how would I know that? I resigned after you resigned because you were,

well, you know, not yourself, not that I wanted either of us to resign. Remember?

Right... moving on. I say, no one with a low eyelash count should be admitted.

No exceptions.

But Sandi... with all the thickening mascaras available you can always make it

look like you have more eyelashes than you really do, so is the actual number of

lashes really that important?

Quinn, are you proposing artifice?

I agree with Quinn.

Me, too.

Fine, but any eyelash-deficient applicants must agree to wear mascara at all times.

Finally! A place that still respects good old freedom of choice! Behold, the

Beef N Cake triple patty burger served medium rare, just like Jakey ordered!

Beef N Cake? I guess their refrigeration problems must be over.

Damn gastroenterological disorders!

Written by Peggy Nicoll www.outpost-daria.com

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