I'm a just a girl in the world, 17 in a couple of months. Do you see what I did there with the title?

''Now the music divides
Us into tribes
You choose your side
I'll choose my side''
- Arcade Fire, 'Suburban War'

Does it have to?

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 ”That boy is a Hoxton hero, skinny fit jeans and dressed in pink” Today, I discovered that my family is not a fan of the whole buttoned-to-the-neck look. On this wintry day, I went out looking, I thought, quite nerdy-cool in a vintage black and white Xmassy jumper with the tips of a bleached denim button-up’s collar poking out from beneath. My dad’s reaction: ”You’re dressed like an old lady, all buttoned up” (accompanied by an exaggerated mime of an arthritis-riddled O.A.P buttoning up her Sunday best and a facial expression that suggested immense pride in this veritable child abuse) Cheers, pops Later, my brother cam barging into my room, complaining about the plethora of skin-and-bones, parka-wearing, side-fringed kiddies he’d encountered in his first term of uni in Cardiff, dressed in skinny jeans and buttoned Fred Perry (or ‘Fred Perry’) polo shirts. In his own words, they all must be thinking: ”Wah, I’m all sealed up! You can’t get inside me!” I assume this is true, with the restricted neck, biceps, and, if we factor in the big bro’s Welsh acquaintances, legs that result from the polo+skinnies look. Indeed, the buttoned collar does force one to hold up the head in a smug, Lookbook generation indie-identikit manner. But to be honest, I care zero. The most important thing is, I looked bloody cute :)
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