Cristina and I are kind of obsessed with this 9th grader’s fashion blog. She is kind of utterly ridic and totally one of these modern young kids that I don’t understand but I love her hair (she totally has thick enough hair to pull off the strawberry-blond version of Zooey Deschanel) and the fact that she appears to love Target as much as I do. If you ignore the silver American Apparel leggings (these kids, they fucking love leggings, seriously), she is pretty awesome. I am not saying I’d emulate all of her outfits or anything, plus I am like ten years older than she is, but seriously. Appreeeesiate.
(Plus, she is clearly kinda smart. She spells things correctly and is aware of the lameness of Myspace and has the kind of “My friends are dorks but we are so awesome” attitude that I only acquired in late college.)
I love Emily most days. And by that I mean all days. Her new Tumblr makes my afternoons bright. And yes, Cheetos is like the quintessential 2008 teen blog—musings on leggings, why camp is a nightmare (“dressing practically=no fashion”), and why it is so very important at that age to have good hair. It’s sort of scary and good and relevant, in that do-you-know-where-your-kids-are sort of way.
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