If I could time-travel back to the 1950s and still keep my Macbook and my women’s rights, I’d do it in a heartbeat. I don’t have a magical DeLorean, so that’s unfortunately out of the question.
Back in class, I start to feel lightheaded and dizzy.
Check out the back view, too. Like the way you look? Take a page out of 1956 and lock your glamour into place with hairspray, hairspray, and more hairspray.
I didn’t quite get what it meant to be a big sister at first. Everyone cooed over you, and I couldn’t figure out why.
The French pride themselves on being romantic, and for good reason.
My fellow Lana-obsessed friend and I combed through her lyrics and tallied up buzzwords from Born to Die and Paradise.
That moment when you see college freshmen who are SO EXCITED to wear their school IDs on a school lanyard around their neck at all times. You might think they’re lame, but then you flash back to how excited you were to be a newbie on campus, too.
“Sorry, we only have a squat toilet.”
Your Netflix and HBO Go accounts don’t work abroad, so you watch foreign films at local movie theaters instead.
I’ll miss my daily street style inspiration, ranging from teens wearing flawless cat-eyes to tottering, elderly ladies in elegant furs on my walk to school.