emmyjean
journeys to foreign lands
Last night I went to Georgetown for the first time since a very goal-oriented Christmas shopping trip last December. Walking down M Street to meet a friend at Tacklebox I passed a group of about six people, all white, all decked out in the preppiest get-ups I’d seen in a long, long time. The guys were all in khakis, white or pink dress shirts and navy blazers. One had a kicky silk scarf folded into his jacket pocket. The girls were all in little sundresses in various pastel shades, some with tasteful pearls, one with a sweater casually looped around her shoulders, all with big sunglasses pushing back bouncy, straightened shoulder-length hair. They were so coordinated, so thoroughly embodying the stereotypical idea of “preppy” as they swept past me in a cloud of Polo and casual superiority, I just assumed they were on their way to either a J. Crew photoshoot or a Tennis Pros and their Hoes party.
As I recounted this story to my friend over grilled tilapia and calamari, she looked at me with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. “Em,” she said, “they weren’t models and they don’t do irony. You’re in Georgetown. That’s how people dress here. You need to start leaving Columbia Heights more.”
1 month ago
on cnn's coverage of the west virginia primary
- M: they've basically been like "well who really knows if they were sober when they voted. the whole state is fucked up on oxycontin and moonshine. half the voters had to stop fornicating with a sibling for an hour to drive their broken down cars to a dilapidated shack and drop a bean in a glass jar -- that's the state standard for polling places..."
