HOT BLOODED ALL AMERICAN GIRLS : a mix in celebration of the World Cup winning U.S. Women’s National Soccer Team.


WE DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, okay. They did it. The U.S. Women’s National Soccer Team has won the 2015 FIFA Women’s World Cup. They won. I just cried and cut the arm holes wider in tie-dye USA tanktops to allow for anxious arm swinging and drank Razberritas. I just prayed about it half in jest to my Our Lady of Guadalupe novena candle at the bedside. “Abby Wambach’s real first name is Mary,” I told her. Then they won and Abby kissed her wife with an American flag draped over her shoulders and the middle school me who saw her in passing in a parking lot once and almost lost the bones for standing out of my own soccer-tanned legs cried. I cried. I’m really happy; I’m soggy and good. They did it! They’re strong and tough and beautiful and proud and now they are champions. It’s all a lot. It’s a lot. I said that I’ve been crying, but I mean it. On and off in starts and stops, tipsy tear fits and me in my bed when it was very late, like, wow. Wow wow. We did it. There is something more intimate about my attachment to the USWNT than any other relationship I have with a sports team. I love the Red Sox but the Red Sox don’t love me. It’s complicated. I’m being crazy. Can you believe that third Carli Lloyd goal????? It was art. I’ve been thinking about 1999. I remember that whole summer, I had stars and stripes Nike shorts I wore to camp. I’ve been thinking about 1999, when I was seven and wrote Mia Hamm’s name on my face with leftover Halloween makeup, and how I felt blessed and honored and affirmed to see a group of American reign victorious in a sport that I loved, and that, although the post title ix timing of my birth means I was never made to believe there was any game a girl should not try to play, I had previously understood as something for men and boys that I could try on and have for awhile, but never keep. Even when I got old and dumb and when I didn’t play soccer anymore and I spent long days and nights letting my live-wire girl body grow up and less electric like it had to or I needed to, still, I always felt that 1999 win in my heart like a victory that belonged to me forever. The 1999 win was amazing and I am still grateful, but it didn’t keep me up all night thinking, “WE DID IT!!!!! WE DID IT!!!! WE DID IT!!!!!” That 1999 team was full of heroes who loomed over my universe golden and untouchable, but there are my girls. You know? I went to Sports Authority today to by world champion USWNT swag, even though there wouldn’t be any, and when there wasn’t any, I thought, well. That’s okay. It’s fine. This is ours anyway, mine and theirs and the little girls with paper flags stuck in their ponytails. They’re our girls. We’re lucky to have them and the crust-lipped nerd boys who would rather follow Real Madrid while sipping expensive local brews and to pretend that girls, let alone powerful, talented, accomplished female athletes, don’t exist are the one’s who miss out. My girls! These are my girls (our girls, your girls, #TheGals) and I made this playlist to celebrate their victory, twenty three songs for twenty three women who believed in and worked for a dream so hard and so long that all twenty three became World Champions last night. It gets a little messy-weird, it had a theme but then I lost it. It was all songs by women, it was all songs about America, Americana. Party songs, wedding dance floor packing jams, songs about witches that I like to wail at bars. Now, it just is. It’s just twenty three songs that make me want to throw my arms in the air, let out a wild, from-the-very-center-of-all-my-sweet-or-sour-meats-and-the-place-where-I-have-felt-the-most sound of joy, and dance with America’s finest daughter Megan Rapinoe until I’m dead, but then again that’s how I always feel.

Hashtag SHE BELIEVED hashtag I love my girls hashtag here’s the mix

“American Girl” – Bonnie McKee
“Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” – Cyndi Lauper
“Party In The U.S.A.” – Miley Cyrus
“I Wanna Dance With Somebody” – Whitney Houston
“Celebration” – Kool and the Gang
“Independent Women Part 1” – Destiny’s Child
“Walking On Sunshine” – Katrina & the Waves
“Worth It” – Fifth Harmony
“All I Wanna Do” – Sheryl Crow
“American Oxygen” – Rihanna
“We Are Family” – Sister Sledge
“Get The Party Started” – P!nk
“American” – Lana Del Rey
“Rhiannon” – Fleetwood Mac
“Little Red Wagon” – Miranda Lambert
“Yeah!” – Usher, Lil Jon, Ludacris
“You Make My Dreams Come True” – Hall & Oates
“ABC” – Jackson 5
“Silver Lining” – Rilo Kiley
“Firework” – Katy Perry
“I’m The Best” – Nicki Minaj
“Born in the U.S.A.” – Bruce Springsteen
“Run The World (Girls)” – Beyoncé



About Tess

Tess is a prickly maybe-writer and aspiring dumb broad who likes vampires, the way cold mornings smell, and women who play guitar. She lives and listens to "Always Be My Baby" on repeat while looking at herself in a mirror in Massachusetts. Her mom is still hoping she'll become a nurse.

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