My friends ridicule me to some extent at home for being an avid “trend” follower. What’s that? Crop tops are “in” this season? And bam, two weeks later I have five crop tops in my wardrobe that will most definitely be out of fashion in three months time. Petty, I know, that I rely on the likes of Topshop and H&M to tell me what to wear. But there we go, that’s me!
Moving to America, the land of the sweatpant and tennis shoe (don’t ask, all I know is that you would NEVER catch me in a pair) was quite obviously a huge culture shock. On my first day of classes, I roll up in a dress, full face of make-up and a bright pink handbag. My biker boots were the only thing stopping me from looking like Elle Woods in Legally Blonde. And to my horror, all of my new classmates were decked head to toe in Lehigh tracksuits and tennis shoes. Not even a scrap of make-up in sight. Whatever happened to making an effort? Feeling like a completely over-dressed dickhead, I decided to tone it down in an effort to look less European and fashion conscious even though my heart was completely against the idea.
The lack of originality is something which completely mystifies me. Don’t get me wrong, who doesn’t love chilling out in a pair of sweat pants and a hoody at the end of a shit day? I certainly do. But I also love feeling good about myself by making an effort with what I choose to wear every morning. I do love you Americans, but c’mon... looking like a walking Lehigh advertisement 24/7? Really? I think I’ve decided to stay true to my English ways for now; I haven’t turned into a complete lazy bitch just yet.
Oh, but I will never be sporting my 80’s style animal print harem pants again. I don’t think I can take anymore “ahh... um, nice pants” through gritted teeth any more. Sigh.
