The key to being a successful whore is discretion. If only someone had told the Spears sisters and the Gloucester girls. Well, I suppose you can be quite a successful slut by putting it all out there if that is your end goal, but it is pretty hard to be successful and a wastey face post college party girl. If your cubicle mates recognize you wearing the exact same ruffled oxford as the day before, just a little more wrinkled this time, and if that really is vomit on the sleeve as they suspect, we hear the respect factor starts sinking fast.
So as we graduate from our safe little haven where there is more than one way to pass a class and RAs are just built in dealers, it is time to consider how we fit into this rat race of conformity. BB and I are both writers: she wants to be the next Diablo Cody (at least the stripper part) and I just want someone to pay me to travel around the world playing journalist and partying until my first liver gives out. Think Christiane Amanpour mixed in with a dash (ok a large glob) of Tara Reid. Now you can see how difficult this is. Christi doesn’t seem like the type to smuggle absinthe into the Green Zone and play strip beer pong with the Iraqi soldiers. But that’s just what she wants you to think. She doesn’t have the affluent background of Anderson Cooper, or the feminine jaw line for that matter. She had to get here somehow.
So as we attempt to maneuver post college life, we will continue to make spectacles of ourselves and mockeries of the corporate ladder all under the cover of night and our oversized sunglasses, which become especially handy during those awkward bi-state walks of shame. God I hate when I wake up in New Jersey.
- Ginger
