Seriously. Where have all the chic girls gone? My partner in crime and I have noticed that more often than not you can go a whole night out on the town without seeing a single solitary chicka who’s got her shit on point. And I’m not talking that she’s got the physique of a Victoria’s Secret model and is the most stunning specimen you’ve every laid your Dior coated peepers on, I’m talking… she’s got her shoe game right, ensemb is well-fitting and not made of BS poly-blend garbage, she didn’t forget her pants, and she’s not a walking wardrobe malfunction. What the F happened, ladies? Don’t believe me? How about some visual proof… ever been to the TheDirty.com? Case closed. (side note: these are REAL people that really exist on this planet)
Ever watched the Jersey Shore? Bam. Done deal.
Didn’t you notice the girl ordering a drink next to you at the bar with no god damn shoes on? That just happened. Here’s a tip, ladies… don’t ever, ever, ever, ever take your shoes off in public. Ever. I don’t care if your feet feel as though they make explode in to flames, fall off, or go completely numb and then disintegrate, don’t take them off.
I realize that going back to the days where a woman would NEVER leave the house without full hair, make-up and charming gloves on might be a tad unrealistic (meh) But can’t there be a middle ground between that and this? or this?
That is someone’s daughter! Listen, it’s not about spending boatloads of cash on the perfect little outfit, it’s about leaving a little to the imagination and maintaining control of your persons. If you want to go home and barf your brains out in your own hair and cry and make 100 pizza bagels at 4am, then girl, do it! But just make sure that you are A. in your own house and B. there are no witnesses around and C. that you kept your shoes on until you reached your own front door.
Keep it classy my friends