here’s the thing, y’all…
I like nice clothes as much as the next girl. and if you looked in my closet you’d see plenty of Lilly and Polo and some Jacks all that jazz, but come on… I think some of y’all take it too far. I know it’s really hard to fathom this, but there actually is more to life than looking like a walking TSM. not to mention that if you do, in fact, try to look like a walking TSM, what you really look like is the biggest try-hard ever. Some of y’all are getting borderline irritating with the things you say on here because you don’t even realize how ridiculous you sound. it literally sounds like you have no personality and nothing else to say.
so y’all go drink your Barefoot moscato (which, by the way, ew. Yellowtail is where it’s at) and be a total “Southern belle” in your Lilly shorts with your Lilly planner and whine about how you can’t find a “fraternity gentleman”/”beau” in a Southern Proper bowtie and vineyardvines khakis and Sperrys who treats you like the perfect little Southern belle you are, and I’m gonna sit here and wonder where the disconnect between your brain and reality is.
sorry bout it.