Only Alt Bi Girl From Small Town Disturbed to Find She’s Just Like Every Other Bitch

By Grace Whinnery | Photo by Beatrice Levine

I know you. I know you well. The leather jacket layered over the low rise jeans with platform boots in 80 degree weather, the Pinterest wolf cut, the pleather tote bag. You were the best goddamn barista in Sleepy Eye, Minnesota, population 3,489. But now? You’re just like every other bitch in Boston. 

As you walk out of Blank Street coffee, wired earbuds blasting Deftones, I see you shrink with despair as you pass someone wearing the same Frog and Toad shirt as you. I know your hometown Ragstock hated to see you coming, but the one thing you can’t buy at that midwest exclusive vintage thrift/fast fashion fusion store is a real personality. You do icebreakers in class, and no one cares that your whole outfit is thrifted. In fact, the girl next to you even asks if you want to go thrifting this weekend. 

That. Fucking. Bitch. 

Everyone here is trying to steal your style because you actually have the audacity to be original. At least, you did. You moved to Boston to finally be appreciated for your style, not to actually find and be in community with those who share your interests, because who actually wants that.

All you can do is apply your graphic eyeliner, hit your vape, and keep at whatever crochet project you’re currently working on and hope your psychology/political science/communication classes can help give you a new sense of self.