I don’t know where it came from, but I’ve adopted this terrible tic of balling my hands up into little fists under my chin whenever I ask for something. I look like an overgrown Shirley Temple trying for cute even though that’s not my intention at all, because I’m pretty sure it just comes off saccharine and obnoxious.
It doesn’t help that ever since all the “Sh*t ____ Say” videos flooded the web, I’ve noticed that nearly all of them include sh*t I say on the regular, worrying me that my life is one viral-bound cliche. “‘Sorry, can you make my latte with soy?” “S’cuse me, do you think you could turn the heat up just a little bit? It’s so cold in here!” “Oh, thanks for the ketchup, but could I get some mayo for my fries?” All punctuated with a sweet smile, scrunched shoulders and my Shirley Temple fists. I’m trying to fight it, but so far, it’s a losing battle. The fists have a mind of their own.
This week, on (the hopefully less 1930’s child actress-imitating) Style Girlfriend:
- What will we do now that Tebowing is over (and let’s be clear, it’s definitely, definitely over)?
- The role style played in the civil rights movement
- The Do’s and Don’ts of wearing a backpack post-college (hint: waxed canvas and an office with a casual dress code help a lot) ((because, no, you still can’t wear one with a suit)
- A reader asked about guy-appropriate, girl-approved body lotion