Saturday, March 1, 2008

What happened to afternoon tea parties?

After taking my SAT exam this morning, I did the most colorless activity one can do after taking a four hour test -- browse Facebook. I shifted through the Facebooks of my former friends from middle school, becoming appalled at what I saw:

An ex-best friend of mine, once an avid shopper of Zutopia (remember that store?) and lover of Neopets, now spends her time with a group of friends that drink calorific cheap beer in unattended living rooms and smoke cigarettes as if the consequences weren't going to show up on their faux-tan complexions. She blatantly posts photos of the group holding foaming beer bottles and cans, looking horridly drunk -- or shitfaced, as one of the photo captions say. Along with the usage of like, our generation is seriously tampering with the English language.

As I sign out of Facebook, I wonder, "What happened to class, to sophistication, to being ladylike?"

From Cory Kennedy to Gossip Girl, underage drinking has carried a certain glamour that is (unfortunately) easily accessible to the masses. Almost any teenager can steal a bottle of Heineken from the pantry when their parents are gone and not get caught -- it's not rocket science. I really could care less if a girl chooses to ingest potbelly-inducing vodka while her parents are out (while the next day she complains about how she "needs" to lose weight), but the garish pride and feigned glamour associated with being drunk is absolutely undignified.

I'm very disappointed in pretty seventeen -- or sixteen, or fifteen, etc -- year old girls who are proud of the fact that they spend their weekends killing brain cells instead of pulling up their grades, having tea with their dear friends, working out at the club, or engaging in one of the infinite classy activities that won't land them in juvenile hall. Looking like you're about to keel over the sofa is not attractive.

My friends and I spend our time together in a very different way -- such as eating dinner together at Santana Row, hosting white-elephant gift exchange parties, eating clam chowder in San Francisco, and singing tone-deaf songs at the local Japanese karaoke bar. We don't have wild drinking soirées or binge contests, but I'm proud that we have a wonderful time together with our senses fully intact and conversations always stimulating.

While so many of these girls talk about buying designer jeans and planning middle-America outfits for parties, I truly that they realize someday that class does not come with a price tag from Macy's. Drinking for glamour is like eating cheesecake for dieting -- let's work with what's already within us, not what we ingest.

Miss Couturable
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