Slightly Judgemental Notes to Strangers from the Quad:
Dear Girl I Passed Outside of Kilgo:
I can tell by your umbrella and rainboots that you recognize that it is, in fact, raining. That is good— when you fail to notice water coming out of the sky, that is a bad sign. Also a bad sign? The fact that you are still wearing your overly trendy sunglasses under your UMBRELLA. As you might know, when it is raining, 95% of the time that means that it is not also sunny out. You look like an idiot.
Love,
Meg
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Dear Man Standing Outside of Perkins:
When you wear shorts in February that is going to raise some eyebrows, but OK, I’m from Florida, I can respect winter shorts. However, when you wear them with black dress shoes, white gym socks and a long trench coat over them, you look like a FLASHER. Buy some pants.
Love,
Meg
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Dear Females of Duke University,
I don’t care if it’s raining. I don’t care if it’s Monday. I don’t care if you just rolled out of bed. That is no excuse for forgetting what Blair said:
TIGHTS ARE NOT PANTS. AND NEITHER ARE LEGGINGS.
Yoga pants and shorts are just as comfortable and equally (not) warm. Put some on and avoid very visible panty-lines and camel toe.
Love,
Meg
