HAHAHAHAHA!!!
I remember Sassy Magazine and the whole "Dear Boy" bit...some friends in highschool tried to get me to enter it!
Sadly, I know some girls that do embody the parts of the list that Melissa and company disagree with, hence why I call 'em girls. The sister of the worst relationship i was ever in (I feel a blog coming out of this) was totally into $300+ dollar shoes. In a state where traditionally accepted footwear to a back yard bbq is rubber sandals (they're slippers, or, to give it the proper pidgeon, "rubbah slippahs bra") she would wear some carnation colored, felt looking, pair of do-me pumps that cost $600 and that she would constantly hound over when anyone got near them to go into the house so they wouldn't trample on them. Profound use of "OMG" ad nauseum, etc, etc. If memory serves, she was 23, maybe 25. Part of the style over substance crowd.




