Being that it’s increasingly rare to come across “female” friendship that isn’t somehow rooted solely in hating “men” nowadays, it’s only natural that when that solidarity does come along, a “girl” wants to immortalize it as best as she can. And, apart from the obvious ritual of smearing one’s period blood all over each other, there is a far easier, even more cliche way to embrace the friendship: dressing as Romy and Michele for Halloween.
Like so many pop culture icons of the 90s that were deemed throwaway at the time but have now somehow become more significant than even the more classic ones outside of the decade (think Nancy Downs usurping Elvira), Romy and Michele have come to represent the true meaning of friendship through slacker unity (they’re the female live action Beavis and Butt-head, if you will). In standing together as beacons of light and hope for every late twenty-something who does not want nor plan to have a child and/or a successful career, Romy and Michele have thusly transcended into millennial icons, an ironclad indication that it’s okay to be a fuck-up so long as you have a willing accomplice that helps let the good times roll. The sort of person that would deign to dress up as Romy rather than Michele (as everyone knows Michele had the better ensemble) with you on Halloween. Even though Aly and AJ did that shit way before you and your equally as flailing friend (and that was as recently as 2014, when the 90s really started catching on like wildfire, and with it, the full-fledged embracement of mediocrity as parody instead of art).
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