People always tell me I’m preppy. It makes me wrinkle my nose a little. It’s not untrue, but I’d like to say I’m discerning even when being categorized. Is it also true that I bought a uniform of navy cardigan, knee highs and loafers with my Bat Mitzvah money? Yes. (At least I’m consistent!) But the thing is, an actual uniform makes me feel stifled and …
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