I recognized your writing style 😎 |
You GO girl! You finally got that big lobbyist job after gritting your teeth on the Hill for the least 3 years. No more roommates, no more one-night stands with Hilltern f*ckboys (well ... unless you want to after a few drinks and he's cute enough) -- you're moving on up in the career world with that big salary bump. The stodgy Ann Taylor suits that were de rigueur in your last office are gone, and your new workplace is MUCH more casual. You've always seen yourself as a free spirit, artistic and creative but inside the lines, so off to Madewell you go to buy some cute jeans and snag the last few pieces left from the Kule collab. You upgraded your living space, too. You're in a 1BR now with beautiful views and you finally got the SoulCycle At-Home bike you've been eyeing. You like riding it on free ride mode as you watch the sun set over the Washington Monument from your window and play the different variations of the House of Cards theme song on a loop in your Airpods. This is your secret, though; you'd never admit to being a politics geek out loud, your job aside. When you aren't working or worshipping at the SoulCycle altar, you like taking walks in nature and taking photos on your phone. You're a very good photographer. You also did a lot of volunteer work, both fundraising and with serving, in the before times. |
I'm extremely impressed! I think there are a few of us on there with similar writing styles, because I've definitely asked myself "did I write this?" more than a few times |
You're 18 and just got your first job in retail (your first job anywhere). You tried to get a job at Urban Outfitters but they wanted experience, so you're spending days in Ann Taylor loft re-hanging clothing and hoping none of these *old* people in here try to talk to you. I mean how the hell should you know if that comes in green? People are like, so annoying. As soon as you get some experience you'll find a better job, someplace with a killer employee discount and coworkers who are super cool and want to hang out after work and invite you to all their parties, where you imagine hoards of beautiful insta-people lounging about in cropped sweaters and "mom" jeans. You are ready for this, as you've got the perfect outfit planned and just got your nose pierced and now feel self-consciously edgy, although it seems perfectly appropriate for people to notice your nose bling first. After all, you don't want to have to talk to people for them to recognize you as the quirky, artsy, funky cool gritty urban chick that you are. And empowered, don't forget empowered. You live with your parents in their 1950's rambler in Alexandria (the Fairfax County part), which is crushingly unimaginative, but you dream of moving to New York City and living in Soho where you'll share a tiny apartment with an outrageously fashionable and slightly slutty best friend. Together you'll share clothes and complain about all the hot NYC guys who want to date you. You don't know anyone in NYC (yet) but are pretty sure this is in your future, after college, of course. You're going to GMU and majoring in psychology, and there's tons of jobs for psychologists (at least that's what the brochure said), so if you don't start your own clothing line and just end up doing fashion shows in New York you'll still be able to get a job. |
| This thread started off entertaining, now it’s just boring and judgmental without wit. |
DCUM in a nutshell. |
| Gucci |
| Acne Studios |
Someone’s post struck a little close to home?
What did you contribute to the thread? |
| Sezane |
| Hugo Boss. |
| rag & bone |
| Max Mara |
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Has anyone already done this?
Ivanka Trump clearance rack at Marshall’s |
Helloooooooooo Boss Babe! No, really -- you started a lifestyle business selling luxury pajamas and eye-masks in business school (Ivy League, natch; think Tuck or Yale SOM) and haven't looked back. How did you raise capital? Oh, the old elbow grease, hard work, and a teeny tiny pinch of luck (ahem; Daddy was an executive on Wall St and abroad for many years, but "don't you DARE think I'm not self-made, Larla! My father came from NOTHING!" He really, did, tho, but the definition of "nothing" vs "lower-middle class to middle class" is flexible as far as you're concerned). Your husband is a wee bit older than you -- 8-10 years. You met through friends at a birthday party when you were in college and he was already a VP at an investment bank. You married young for NYC (24!) and had your first child a few years later. Thank God your husband's investment banking days are behind him, and he's a VC with more free time, but unfortunately more Twitter clout than he can handle so he's always busy on his phone. Let me know if he can be useful! You cried in therapy last week because a stranger looked at you funny on the street and you got your traditional La Colombe cold brew afterwards as a reward. It's the little things that keep you going. You're an avid reader and have diligently worked your way through the NYT fiction best-seller list. You're also very into social justice issues, but in a hands-off way: you'll read the anti-racist books, but you wouldn't dare step foot into a protest march. You're very organized and punctual. You're a Monica on the inside, but can come across as a Rachel to people who don't know you. |