Get in, loser. We're going shopping. And Glitter Tossing.

Boy readers, prepare to be alienated.

Unless you've watched Mean Girls. In which case:

(I'm a GIF pro (tumblr addict) like that.)

So I'm going to write a post (aka me babbling for a bit because I freaking LOVE this movie) about Mean Girls. Someone had to do it.

Mean Girls has been called the greatest and worst film of my generation. I think it's closer to great. 

(None for you, Mean Girls 2.)

And people in the fashion industry are like, weirdly OBSESSED with it. 

(See what I did there? Regina George lives among us.)

I mean, there are days when certain people whose names I will not name except to say that they have been interviewed on this blog and *cough* are of the male species tweet nothing but nuggets of Regina George gold.

And it has become my single biggest source of relevant quotes.

Practical applications:

People who don't have a clue talking about the fashion industry:

"You don't even go here."

People's faces when they hear I'm homeschooled:

"They think we're weirdly religious or something."

People saying they don't understand why anyone reads my blog:

"I'm sorry that people are so jealous of me... but I can't help it that I'm popular."

Why was/is this movie so successful?

I think its the fact that we all know some form of Regina, and we are all a bit of Cady. 

This movie may push some of those girl stereotypes, but not to the extent that it's unbelieveable. 

That is really kind of sad.

I mean, in reality?

The burn book? That's happened.
The Plastics. Done.
 Girl hate? Jenna Marbles did a video on it.

But maybe Cady best sums it up.

Calling somebody else fat won't make you any skinnier. Calling someone stupid doesn't make you any smarter. And ruining Regina George's life definitely didn't make me any happier. All you can do in life is try to solve the problem in front of you.

So maybe my whole point was to say be nice.
And throw a bunch of Plastic approved comebacks at you.

Remember, on Wednesdays we wear pink!

But today is Wednesday. So next Wednesday, wear pink.

I'm going to sleep now. I wonder if this will make sense in the morning.

I'll be the last to know.

xx,

Justina