Sharpay was our hero

Sharpay Evans was the blonde haired, brown eyed villain of our childhood. But was she really as bad as we think?

I saw a post that stated Sharpay’s villainous portrayal was an unfair representation. Her over zealous ambition was a gateway to a mean streak but if we’re honest, the girl was intent on making moves. Like any smart person, she used her connections at her disposal and because she was infatuated with Troy tried to share that with him. Is that terrible?

Also, I would be way more offended if my friends used underhanded techniques for their own advantage. Are we forgetting Troy and Gabriella’s besties, Chad and Taylor, cooked up a scheme to make it look like Troy was bad mouthing Gabriella?! That’s ice cold baby.

Furthermore, the post compared Sharpay with Gabriella saying that all Gabriella did was sing and cry. LOL. However, in her unassuming defence she did help him admit his love for singing.

Another way in which Sharpay was our hero is that she was authentic from the jump! I don’t recall her pretending to not be herself and she didn’t care what other people thought of her. Theatre wasn’t the most popular group to be a part of at East High School, but she didn’t let that stop her from walking around like a boss! Then let’s get into the looks. A regular school day was a fashion show because she gave us sequins, glitter and heels. All things fabulous, bigger and better is best!

Like most people, as I got older I realised that in school the quirky kids were the outsiders and the majority preferred to not stray too far from whatever the acceptable line was. Then, by the time we got to university, more and more people wanted to be noted for their individuality.

Therefore, Sharpay really deserved credit and our understanding. Although the others taught us the journey to self acceptance, it was marred by the need for the ‘popular kids’ to give the green light and make it okay for everyone. Sharpay should have been the one we learned from as she kept the same energy the whole way through and was not deterred by the general consensus. She was unlikable but right.


Memories are important

Google photos is a gem, I’ll be minding my business and then it will throw up a memory from 2008. A forgotten day, clean from my memory is retrieved and I laugh at how cool I thought I was. Side note: we should keep the same Piczo pose energy in this here 2020 and forever more amen.

As I reminisce on the curtains that hung in my room, the friends who were my riders and the hairstyles I rocked (who else put lollipops or combs in their hyper erect ponytails?), I’m super glad I didn’t get rid of those times. They remind me of when I could only imagine being an adult so I’m jealous of 13 year old me. I’m also thankful of the friends that always have their phone out, posting to stories and watsapping the footage later. I tend to live in the moment rather than spend time as the videographer. However, memories are important so snap everything.