Why isn't being a huge bitch a recognized career skill? Because then I'd have it made
If any of you have yet to check out www.gofugyourself.com, you really ought to. It's basically what I do with my life except far cooler, and dare I say, even bitchier.
Anyway, I feel it's time for another list of Northwestern fashion crimes. And in honor of my new favorite website, i'll title it Fugwestern.
1. Girl wearing sweatshirt with zippered pockets. Not so bad, you think. Except they zip up, and the zippers end up somewhere around breast level. So she looks like she's got a wierd little set of metal nipple tassles.
2. I can't help it. I have to mention the goateed guy with the bicycle guy again. That was just too horrifying on so many levels.
3. I made the mistake of going to a frat party tonight (don't worry, we stayed 10 minutes) and I realized that someone has to tell these kids that there are other type.s of clothing in the world--you don't HAVE to wear striped button downs or sparkly tank tops ALL the time.
4. I thought the tack bad bleach spots on cheap trendy jeans couldn't get funnier. But I saw this girl with this pair of jeans that look like someone stuck little pieces of tape all down the back. but no, they were bleach.
5. Me. Sometimes I look in the mirror and think, "What a little hipster." And then I throw up in my mouth a little, but go out that way anyway because it takes far too much effort to change. I'm not gonna lie, I gave out some hipster death glares at the concert last night, but you really can't blame me--some drunk frat boys and baked sluts started rubbing up against each other and trying to mosh. But if I ever do that for real, please drive a stake through my heart. Because clearly, that's the only way to kill a hipster.
Anyway, I feel it's time for another list of Northwestern fashion crimes. And in honor of my new favorite website, i'll title it Fugwestern.
1. Girl wearing sweatshirt with zippered pockets. Not so bad, you think. Except they zip up, and the zippers end up somewhere around breast level. So she looks like she's got a wierd little set of metal nipple tassles.
2. I can't help it. I have to mention the goateed guy with the bicycle guy again. That was just too horrifying on so many levels.
3. I made the mistake of going to a frat party tonight (don't worry, we stayed 10 minutes) and I realized that someone has to tell these kids that there are other type.s of clothing in the world--you don't HAVE to wear striped button downs or sparkly tank tops ALL the time.
4. I thought the tack bad bleach spots on cheap trendy jeans couldn't get funnier. But I saw this girl with this pair of jeans that look like someone stuck little pieces of tape all down the back. but no, they were bleach.
5. Me. Sometimes I look in the mirror and think, "What a little hipster." And then I throw up in my mouth a little, but go out that way anyway because it takes far too much effort to change. I'm not gonna lie, I gave out some hipster death glares at the concert last night, but you really can't blame me--some drunk frat boys and baked sluts started rubbing up against each other and trying to mosh. But if I ever do that for real, please drive a stake through my heart. Because clearly, that's the only way to kill a hipster.