Puberty Blues is what you get when teenage girls with a grudge show the world what they're made of.
The book, written in 1979 by 19-year-old best friends Kathy Lette and Gabrielle Carey before being made into a film in 1981 (and now coming of age as a Channel 10 television series), not only made a scene — it kicked sand in the face of the establishment.
Set in Sydney's beachside Sutherland Shire (yes, that Shire), the plot revolves around the lives of a couple of brash 13-year-old lower middle-class girls, Debbie and Sue, as they explore gender politics against the backdrop of perhaps the most iconic period of recent Australian history.
It's hardly War and Peace, but this was the mercurial 1970s, and somehow these self-obsessed teens managed to tap into the unsettling mood. As Lette recalls: 'Gough had just been elected, dragging us out of the beige '50s mentality of Menzies. Cleo scandalised the Aussie male population by publishing nude male centerfolds ...'
By the early 1980s, when the book was made into a film, censorship laws dictated the girls' ages be changed to 16 and several of the book's details were absent or rewritten (Lette later complained that 'the film sanitised the plot by omitting central references to miscarriage and abortion').
But what the film did was further champion the novel's fiercely 'proto-feminist' spirit.
As then 13- and 14-year-olds with only a well-thumbed library copy of Judy Blume's Forever between us as our guide through the sexual mire, both on the page and the big screen Puberty Blues offered my friends and me a rare, yet all-too familiar voice. Our own.
It didn't matter to us that we lived in Melbourne's northern suburbs which were about as far away from the beach as you can get and still be within the city radius. Debbie and Sue not only spoke our language; they were our poets laureate.
Like us they understood what it was to be treated as the lesser sex at high school. In the classroom and on the field (including behind the shelter sheds) the boys ruled. And us girls? We sat precariously between 'frigid' and 'moll' — which were unbearable states of being rather than mere derogatory labels.
As Lette said recently: 'We girls were little more than a life support system to a pair of breasts. But sadly, at that age, you have no objectivity ... Once I realised that Germaine Greer wasn't just rhyming slang for beer, I wanted to write down our story to help liberate the other surfie girls ...'
When Debbie finally takes to the surf with a board under her arm, she shakes off more than her school uniform. So what if the subtext was about as subtle as a panel van? By defying her chorus of critics a brave new world opens up to her — and to us, because through her somehow we'd plumbed the depths of our own insecurities, too.
It was also as if we'd been handed our very own pair of prescription glasses. Finally, we could see the tribal chauvinism for, as Lette calls it, 'the brutal sexual economy' it was. And while we may have still been too young to take full advantage of this clear perspective, it piqued in us a burgeoning self-awareness.
I'm glad to say that last night's opening episode was promising. Not only is there a natural chemistry between the spunky duo, Debbie and Sue (played beautifully by Ashleigh Cummings and Brenna Harding respectively), the broader dynamics between families and peers also look set to be well mined.
I'm sure I won't be the only middle-aged woman glued to the screen on Wednesdays for the next few weeks. But I'll not be letting the warm glow of nostalgia influence me too greatly. No, I expect something more profound.
Lette and Carey wrote a book that turned the page on social expectation. Moreover, they set down a blueprint. We were creatures on the cusp of adulthood bubbling with hormones and grappling for meaning. Puberty Blues provided much-needed context for our yearning.
Jen Vuk is a freelance writer and editor. Her work has appeared in a number of publications, including The Herald Sun, The Sydney Morning Herald, The Australian, The Age and The Good Weekend.