A Coastie Encounter

The term “coasty” has an actual definition. I’ve been familiar with it since the day I walked onto my Big Ten campus. Back then they traveled in packs wearing Herve bags, black puffy North Face jackets, Tiffany’s sterling silver chain-link bracelets, and New Balance hiking shoes…circa 1999.
The pool deck on Sunday was a modern day equivalent with Pucci bikinis, oversized Dior sunglasses, sparkly tunics, fake tits and blonde highlights. Whether it’s 1999 or 2006, they’re all the same: 18-24 years old with an alternate sense of reality from the one I’m familiar with.
While I paged through my Elle magazine and questioned the upcoming fall fashion trends of ankle boots, plaid tartans and the return of grunge, my gal pal and I shared few snickers on the sly at the conversational topics of choice from this group. I guess I just can't relate to their lifestyle and it's my way of dealing with the difference, but still...in my opinion there is more to life than bottle service and mooching off of one's parents.
For the benefit of fellow eastern seaboard residents, I hope these costies take the ‘tudes down a notch and just chill out...isn't all the showiness exhausting anyway?!
4 Comments:
i've never heard that term before, but it totally makes sense....
i see those girls bopping around chicago, especially in lincoln park. but here they're just known as trixies.
Haha, love the wikipedia usage:)
i wish i had that pool in my apt building! :)
Hey i came across your blog - you have a great style of writing.
The pic in your post is like a dream to me - I'm an Aussie who is DYING to move to NYC...that just looks gorgeous!!!
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