Back when I was in the fourth grade, I took a trip to Claire’s Boutique at the Northbrook Court mall with my friend Jessica. The trip had a very specific purpose; it was to solidify our friendship in the only way us fourth graders knew how: by convincing our moms to buy us a “best friends” necklace. After we scored the two halves, we began to argue over who would get the “Be Fri” half and who would get the “St Ends” half. You see, the “Be Fri” half was the more covetable half for some reason. Probably for the reason that it’s easier to pronounce than “St Ends.” As it turned out, our minor disagreement should have been an indicator that our friendship wouldn’t stand the test of time.
Jessica and I did, in fact, part ways, but I still have the memories of hours spent playing with Barbie dolls and my half of the necklace. It feels wrong to wear it though—almost like wearing a wedding ring after a divorce. But luckily, I’ve formed new friendships—ones that are even more deserving of being celebrated with jewelry. Plus, being an adult means that I can afford a necklace that’s actually made from gold and has a curse word in its inscription. I’ll leave you with this: If there’s anything I learned from my friend-breakup with Jessica, it’s that a “best fuckin’ friends” necklace is a way better call than getting matching BFF tattoos. And I’ll leave you and your best friend with this: an In God We Trust “Best Fuckin’ Friends” necklace from the NYLON shop.—RAY SIEGEL