If I were, I would have a problem with the movie Grease. Don’t get me wrong; summer lovin’ is great and all. I could swing dance and hand-jive my way through the Rydell High dance off like no other. It’s not the drive-in movies or spontaneous musicality that I have a problem with; it’s Sandy, post-makeover. 

Why couldn’t she be the one Danny Zuko wanted when she was cute and innocent? Why did she have to turn into a cigarette-smoking, smoky-eyeliner wearing teenager to be “cool”? Did she really have more fun when she was in those pants that were so tight that they had might as well have been stitched onto her legs? If you ask me, long skirts are far more conducive to twirling around in, anyway. Plus, that perm probably did major damage to her hair.

  I wasn’t ready to say Goodbye to Sandra D. I found her charming, actually. She was different; unprocessed. Then the Pink Ladies came around and well, pinked her up. Good girl Sandra became hot girl Sandy; the two couldn’t coexist. 

Did I mention the producing and writing cast is all men? 

I’m no feminist, but if I were, I would have a problem with the movie Grease. And pant suits. But that’s for another day.