When writing a YA novel one must get into the head of ones audience. Better yet, be at one with their universe--submerge oneself in the tastes, smell and sounds (especially sounds) of their world.
This is my only excuse for going to tonight's (hushed, awed tones) Lady Gaga (right) and Pussycat Dolls EXTRAVAGANZA! May I just say I didn't PAY for these tickets--they were freebies. I'm rather fond of Her Gaga-ness (saw her club gig a few months back) but I'm not so fond of the PCD. They are little more than stippers with mikes.
But still, I'm stoked for a night of bimbo feminism, thinly veiled innuendo and grinding tweens. Hawt.