Put This Dress In The Smithsonian

Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t wear it with Doc Martens, posing with your hand on your hip.

Moment of silence for our fallen soldier! Photo: Screenshot.

The other night I went to a concert — Tyler, The Creator at MSG — and had to politely kick two high school freshmen out of my seats. My friend and I squeezed down the row; these boys looked at me and I looked back at them (and then they looked around, which honestly is such a funny reaction). ACAB but I like assigned seating! The idea of not sitting in my assigned seat gives me extreme anxiety. Even sprawling out somewhere, like putting my coat in the movie theater seat next to me, can make me nervous. “Sorry, we just wanted to sit with our friends,” they said with a shrug. I understood completely, of course, but also these are our seats.

Something about that night — those boys, their friends who were clearly on one of those awkward high school dates where your parents dropped you off or an older sibling is chaperoning, the fact that I was with a friend from high school of my own, and we were seeing someone in concert who we’d…