It's worse than I ever could have imagined. *Shudder* malls are populated by Abercrombie only shoppers, over-the-top punks that would make even Leah scream, and ugly boys giving you the "you'd love it if I loved you" eyes. The excursion to Disneyworld (land of the thick southern accent) did nothing to soften the blow. The grandparents are out in full force mode. I have been awake a total of 1 hour and I have been guilt-forced to drink a bottle of water. I didn't even care about it, I just wasn't thirsty!
My only connection to the living world is Cowgirl Cutie, and I am desperately thinking of a way to nicely explain the dangers of a logo'd Coach pouch. No, I'm not really sure what a Coach pouch is either, but I fell into the dungeon that is Coach purses myself a few years ago, and I am still recovering. Pictures from that dark period in my life still make me cry. I have an intense want to go Asian Leprechaun on her ass and yell at her for wasting 34 dollars on such a purchase. I am afraid, however, that I am an influence on this current trend of hers, I must find a way to educate the masses!
Do's and Don'ts to Easy, Acceptable Style
I get that not everyone can look as fabulous as me everyday, it does take a certain je ne sais quoi not easily replicated, but there are some steps that anyone can take so their appearance is at least acceptable.
Don't
- logos, they are tacky. never, ever ever ever ever...
- dress like Cory Kennedy, that phase was recent, and scarring, dirty is not in people, wash your hair and clean your clothes please
- too tight clothing. this goes for tops (tummy rollls, so not attractive), skirts, and most of all jeans. just because you don't want to shop for the next size up, doesn't mean that everyone else wants to be hurt as the result of it.
- Uggs beyond the ski slopes. That trend was bad enough around the first time.
- all in one brand head to toe
- slutty for the sake of slutty...*cough cough* Julia S. *cough cough*
Do
- experiment
Tonight is the dreaded temple service for grandma's 80th birthday. There's a bat mitzvah too so I cannot wait for the 7th graders in Uggs and pastel colored dresses to parade past. I'll be the one in the corner taking pictures, hoping a remotely attractive person my age will come to laugh along with me.
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