Wednesday, July 15, 2009

From the archives: A profile of my frenemy Melissa Kennedy, written about 18 months ago.



Melissa Kennedy could quite possibly be the subject of any of the songs sung by her favourite emo-pop-rock bands when they belt out a tune on her favourite weekly drama One Tree Hill. The lonely, pretty mall girl breaking hearts and searching for love in a teenage wasteland, iPod dangling in ears and pigeon toes clad in Converse Sneakers, a style that was affectionately dubbed ‘dorky chic’.
Boyfriends, txt msgs and other Hills-esque dramas form the plotlines for Melissa’s life, played out to an angst-ridden soundtrack detailing the lives of fast-cars and small towns in Middle America. Kennedy exists on a diet of Blue Gem take-away alone, occasionally washing down the scallops with a Lemon Ice Tea.
Despite being dismissed as a self-absorbed blonde (a la Lauren Conrad) Melissa has proved herself to be a loyal friend whose witty advertisements and articles shock all her doubters.
However, things took a turn for the worst earlier this year, with a nasty string of incidents rocking our teen queen to the core. The failure to gain her driver’s license, a falling out with His Grace Duke Brodan Lazzarini, and doubts about MySpace lover ‘Fletch’ had friends fearing for her mental health. Melissa sought solace in hair dye, dying her locks a dark brown (a metamorphosis perhaps?) and eventually recovered.
Recovery came in the form of Nicola Cooper, who can exclusively reveal their joint lunches of Kraft Macaroni Cheese and marathon sessions of DVD box-sets helped her back to life. Melissa was last seen behind the wheel of her ‘gas-guzzling’ four-wheel drive, signalling a return to her normal life.