This is why the only acceptable ways to buy J.Crew clothing are 1. When it's on super sale or 2. Gently used on eBay/Poshmark/Tradesy/at Goodwill. Helloooooo cashmere sweaters for $15!
This is one of my favorite things The Hairpin/Anna Fitzpatrick does, and I'm so happy to see it every month. Also: magazine of the year lol wut.
Jazmine. I'm so glad you're here. Somewhere Edith and Jane are smiling beatifically at everything you've done so far. But please come back to the Coterie, it misses you.
(Also I just typed 'I'm so clad you're hear," so, Friday!)
@Jolie Kerr <3 U BLEACHIE!
@Lucienne I came here to ask the same thing! JAZMINE STOP BEING CUTE AND IN YOUR TWENTIES I NEED YOU TO BE SUPER OLD SO I FEEL LIKE LESS OF A FAILURE KTHX.
@apolsasam So first you were David Slone, then you were some mission society, and now you're Naperville Cosmetic Dentists? I guess props for at least spamming with real comments...
@Sarai No. No it is not.
@Apocalypstick Well, first off, that's a rude comment to write on this woman's personal essay, and I hardly think the majority of Americans are obsessed with ancestry.
But secondly: Our country is comparatively new. We're a nation of immigrants, and unlike much of Europe, we don't have many 400-year-old houses in the countryside or ancient ruins in the middle of the city, so links to the past are a bit more exciting for us than they might be to someone living in a nation that's existed for a thousand years or so. It's an identity thing. If your family's been in the same place for a couple hundred years, it might not be thrilling to learn your great great grandma once lived three towns over, but for many Americans that's not the case. Our grandfathers or great-great grandfathers immigrated here in the last hundred or two hundred years, and we want to know where and why and what their stories were. It's nice to know your roots.
Oh hey, I went to college with this girl. Yay for Carls doing awesome things!
@Citizen Christy Ann Friedman is from (and has vocally expressed her love for) the Midwest, so I think it's meant to be affectionate ribbing more than anything...