Teal mascara blended with Smurf-blue eyeliner and rolled down my face. The giant bangs were still firmly in place, but the makeup was a force with which to be reckoned. One-ply tissue was not quite doing its job after two hours worth of sobbing from the front row of the theater. My friends were laughing at my extreme overreaction to the movie, "Beaches" while older girls in the theater bathroom were asking each other, "Did you hear that poor girl howling in the front row?" The year was 1988, and needless to say, I was a wee bit emotional.