Ladies, ladies, ladies....I think this is going to be the first installment of Ms. Barbara's Charm School on how look classy and project classiness at all moments.This post was inspired by stepping off the subway this morning to see a girl 15 feet ahead of me in a sequined, short cocktail dress, black leather cropped jacket, heels, and a bad case of JBF* hair. She looked like something that was soaked in a bucket of martini and left to dry in a crumpled ball at the bottom of the laundry hamper. At 9:15 on a Thursday morning this is quite a site to see amongst the other commuters, and the immediate thought that popped in my head was, "Well, at least someone is getting laid." But, those of us who live in Manhattan know this is a small island where one bumps into friends and acquaintances all the time, and I know I don't want the ho-bag police sounding the alert if I bump into one of them.
Etiquette Lesson #1: If you decide to have a weeknight shack attack (or any night for that matter), please don't take the subway home the next morning. Splurge and TAKE A CAB!!
* Just Been Fucked
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