I can’t lie, I came across Thais’ article while attempting to avoid conversation on the bus—not like any other “typical BC girl” would but like any other normal person, who doesn’t enjoy awkward conversation full of filler phrases like “where do you live?” and “what are you majoring in?” Again, I will confess that immediately upon clicking on the article, I sighed, preconceived notions about what the article would be about running am0k. Convinced I was about to read something prattling on and on about how the “BC Biddie”—rich mean girl who breathes Starbucks and thinks about the Plex constantly—really sucks, I left my baggage at the door and began reading.
Ultimately, I found myself agreeing with Thais’ argument, but more than anything, it urged me to give more thought to the stereotypical BC girl. I couldn’t help but reflect on how irritating it is when people are referred to, or refer to themselves, as ‘typical’, as it aims to do the impossible—associate characteristics with a group of people and God forbid another person try to possess those characteristics. Clearly, we’re all different genetically, but it seems as if we as people tend to forget that just because we share interests or have the same friends, we all have our own backstories and see the world through lenses of our own—thank Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and Oprah for that.
On that note, the whole conception that being upper-class, wearing Lululemon “Wunder Unders” 365 days of the year, making Chobani a staple food and going to the Plex more than you go to church, translates into being a vacuous human being whose interests sway between having lots of casual sex and drinking Rubinoff like it’s water, really confuses me. It may not be clear through the so-called “BC Biddie uniform” of Tory Burch flats and Free People tops, but underneath it all, everyone—regardless of what they wear – has had a bad day, been hurt by something someone did to them, has some sort of drama, inner conflict, something that gets to them, even if their outward appearance conveys that they’re superficial. Not to say that we deserve respect only if we can prove that we’ve faced adversity; our need for respect is inherent in our identity as human beings. Never forget that. There’s always more to someone even if they physically fit the bill of a “BC Biddie” and so what if she has the personality of one? Even Daisy Buchanan had to face her emptiness.
Honestly, as someone who falls into most of the neutral terms Thais listed such as “preppy, loves Chobani Greek yogurt, upper-class, frequents the Plex” (well, in my case, the Hut), “wears Lululemon, J. Crew and Tory Burch”, I’ll say that this is the way I choose to live my life—and rightfully so. That doesn’t make me think that I am untouchable or any less vulnerable than anyone else and it shouldn’t imply that either. The fact of life is that people will continue to have different connotations about wealth and name brands more specifically; it’s a fixed truth that we, not only as members of BC’s community but as people in general, should accept if we want to feel comfortable expressing our respective fashion senses. Hey, maybe one day we’ll come to see that the “typical BC girl” is just as nice as someone who is her polar opposite—maybe we’ll even realize that she’s down to earth and laid-back (I know…mind blown). Regardless of how I, or anyone else dresses, or what kind of neighborhood we’re from, or what we like doing in our free time, Britney said it best: “it’s my prerogative”.