Word: dressing
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...most of my fellow "Shop"-ers know, we recently discussed in section the question of why we wear what we wear-more particularly, why we may have started to dress differently once we came to Harvard. For me, my fashion conversion was a combination of factors-one of which being that I Suddenly lived less than four driving hours away from a Gap. (Yes, there are some parts of the world still like that.) However, a lot of it did have to do with social pressure. I honestly felt like my clothing didn't belong. I had my separate dress...
...actually did like them. Today, fortunately, I've finally reached my fashion pinnacle. Through time, trial and lots of pos-Halloween sales, my sense of style has evolved into the smug, bratty child of my two previous phases-my desire to please other people and my desire to dress in a way I enjoy. When I go home, my sister (who now wears almost no make-up and has become fond of sweatpants) gives my wardrobe the ultimate tribute-she asks to borrow everything in it. I take what some might sniff at as fashion risks. But, as my hair...
...similarly obsessive vein, I've watched "Breakfast at Tiffany's" at least 30 times. My dorm room walls are flanked with original "Breakfast at Tiffany's" movie posters in three languages. Admittedly, Audrey Hepburn looks marginally better than yours truly in her slinky black dress--after all, she's a statuesque 5'10" to your humble narrator's 5'3". However, I do believe I'm the Holly Golightly spiritually reincarnated as a little Asian girl. We both perpetually forget our keys, are afflicted with fickleness, use "franglais" phrases indiscriminately and maintain a wretched opinion of ex-lovers...
...While enrollment statistics indicate that most Harvard kids call the Northeast home, by the look of things, the numbers lie. Nobody knows how to dress for the weather. Sure, there's the occasional undergraduate who will thrive in the coldest months with a pick-of-the-litter Gore-Tex jacket, everything-proof gloves and super-boots capable of a moonwalk. But on average, Harvard kids have left their winter smarts at home with mom. Winter idiots come in four different varieties...
...similarly obsessive vein, I've watched "Breakfast at Tiffany's" at least 30 times. My dorm room walls are flanked with original "Breakfast at Tiffany's" movie posters in three languages. Admittedly, Audrey Hepburn looks marginally better than yours truly in her slinky black dress--after all, she's statuesque 5'10" to your humble narrator's 5'3". However, I do believe I'm the Holly Golightly spiritually reincarnated as a little Asian girl. We both perpetually forget our keys, are affected with fickleness, use "franglais" phrases indiscriminately and maintain a wretched opinion of ex-lovers...