"I don't care what anyone says--I'm 21 today!" She thrusts her fist unsteadily into the air, proudly displaying the false proof of her age, a light blue plastic Bud Light wristband. She chatters on to the boy she's going with. She thinks he likes her for her personality; in reality he likes her because she barely has any fat on her thighs. He considers it a great tragedy that women develop fat on their thighs, but that won't be the excuse he uses in twenty years when he touches Miranda Elkins, a future student who hasn't even been born yet.
What is she going on about now?
I've been hopping all over the city lately--from Gena's to Molly's to Jane's. Had my last night at Delilah's before the big move yesterday. That was fun.
While scrolling through my Twitter feed today, I was glad to stumble upon this article. It seems I'm not the only one who felt overwhelmed by teenagers at Lollapalooza this year.