" Kristy, can’t you wear something different once in a while?” Sam asked me, eyeing my jeans and sweater.
“Why do you care what I wear?” I replied, but I knew perfectly well why he cared.
He cared because he was 15 and girls were practically the only thing on his mind. He thought he was the girl expert of the world, and he was disappointed in my lack of fashion sense. Plus, he was interested in this très sophisticated girl down the street (one of the private-school girls) and he wanted everything about our family to be up to Monique’s standards, which were sky-high. "
― Ann M. Martin , Kristy and the Snobs (The Baby-Sitters Club, #11)