A girl I met at writing camp this summer, let's call her Georgette, was an Upper East Sider. She was just as obnoxious as you'd expect her to be, yet also not. I knew she'd probably be more annoying in context, in context meaning back home. Georgette spent a lot of time talking about her obese, oddly named golden retriever and her summer home in Connecticut. And her horse. And how she's switching to a different prestigious NYC prep school because the one she'd attended for nine years was full of lesbians.
It just made me think: when you're living something, when it's your life, maybe it just doesn't seem that ridiculous.
I've been casually following NYC Prep, the much-ado'd-about Bravo show, this summer due to my awesome lack of responsibilities. In terms of drama, my life isn't that similar to those of the kids on the show. Often, though, it is. My life here in Suburbia might seem extravagant to some, while to others it might seem simplistic. For example, I went on a random underwear shopping trip with my mom today. (It involved lots of arguing.) We hit up Lord & Taylor and Victoria's Secret and spent what seems like an extraordinary amount of money considering no one's going to see what I bought.
Must go. Elizabeth is here!
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