I’m going to age myself here. When I was 13, I owned this outfit. And wore it proudly like the little rebel I was. Kurt Cobain and Nirvana was a thing and Green Day’s ‘When I Come Around’ is all anyone ever sang. While I looked the part of a hardcore teenage Nirvana fan, I secretly and obsessively listened to New Kids on the Block every night. It was this crazy, weird, double life that I led : cool at school with the alternative kids, but a secret bubblegum fangirl at night.
I originally wanted to call this post ‘The Morning After’ but decided against it at the risk of sounding too risque. But let me tell you why.
Picture this: the night before, you and your girls have gone out to the club. You had on your tight dress and heels to the sky, and you most definitely got your drink on (in an exceptionally ladylike way, of course – a glam girl doesn’t get messy drunk). You had a great time and your Uber got you home safe and sound. You fall as