Tara, the University of San Diego senior who is sick of your shit.
When Tara got into the University of San Diego, number six on Travel and Leisure’s most beautiful college campuses in America, she completely lost her mind — and immediately tapped into the collective fetish of Spanish Renaissance architecture, coastal slang, and California burritos.
Nothing bad ever happened in San Diego, Tara thought. It’s not like anything bad had ever happened to her in Cleveland, either, but San Diego was so many steps further: bright, and fertile, and popular. She’d feel safe. She’d live in tank-tops and flip-flops. Hoodies. A permanent headband of cute sunglasses. The uniform of the teen-drama dream.
But Tara is a senior now, and she is sick of your shit. Your corporate radio. Your casual racism. Your bikini tops, your tank tops, your hoodies. And why didn’t anyone tell her the University of San Diego was a Catholic university? Like, actually Catholic? Goddamnit, Tara.
TOP
Used emo band tee found at Buffalo Exchange in Hillcrest, because “How to Make a Crop Top: 12 Steps (with Pictures) — wikiHow” is her new favorite thing. She will do this to all her shirts.
SKIRT
Used suede skirt from peak 1990s Gap, because she threw out all her bandage skirts in protest. After a lifetime of mixed messages, she will confront the feminine beauty ideal and find her balance.
SHOES
Ankle boots, because three years of pedicures is making her feel sick. She will never wear flip-flops again.
