If there is one word I have come to hate, despise and loathe, it is the word “Millennial”. Every day we hear a news story about how millennials are lazy, misinformed, over-demanding and under-performing. Ask any non-millennial to describe our generation, and you’ll be drawn a picture of young person staring at their phone with a unicorn frap in one hand, a participation trophy in the other, and in a (heretofore unexplained) third hand, a sign complaining about having to be faced with an opinion we don’t want to hear.

Look, stereotypes are just that, types. They can never properly represent a group of people, much less an entire population of individuals born between a 15 year range. And while I hate the bad press we receive, something I think I hate even more is the advertising. I mean, there are thousands upon thousands of think pieces proclaiming the fact that our generation sees right through companies pandering to us, and yet for some reasons they still try. One of the worst offenders? Whoever decided to name the color I am wearing “Millennial Pink”.

Now we all know blush is making a comeback in a way no color ever has in my short (and apparently #blessed) lifetime. And I am the first to admit I am susceptible to its charms. But amongst my many protest signs, please know that one of them reads “Sink Millennial Pink and Bring Back Blush” (even when protesting, I cannot resist a good rhyme or strong alliteration). Because while blush deserves everything it has achieved, Millennial Pink is something I want nowhere near my little snowflake existence. So please, everyone, just leave blush be and keep the millennial hyperbole to those things that deserve it, like technology, innovation, and memes (you know, the important stuff).


Top: Target (Similar)

Jeans: LOFT (Limited SizesSimilar)

Earrings: Charming Charlie (In Stores, Similar)

Mules: Vince (Similar 1Similar 2)

First Impression

It’s funny how after all these years, I can still find myself surprised by an item of clothing. I like to think at this point I have a pretty good sense of what works on me and what doesn’t, but every so often, I am happily proven wrong. Take this dress for example: I am not a huge fan of maxi dresses on me (I love them on everyone else), I tend to avoid bigger patterns (again, huge fan in general, they just don’t work on me), and the overly blousely fit that is so popular with many usually ends up with me throwing an item in the “no” pile (aka, the pile of sad, rejected clothes in the corner of the dressing room. I always have such big dreams for those clothes, and they always let me down and deserve to be punished). So when I picked out this dress the other day, it was with a sense of resigned defeat; I loved it on the hanger, but I just knew it would be a dress meant for another girl, a luckier girl (a taller girl).

That being said, you can imagine my shock when I slipped this dress over my head, and not only did I not have piles of fabric gathered at my feet, but the print actually looked well proportioned and the waist hit at a totally flattering point! OK fine, you don’t have to imagine, but just trust me when I say I had approximately zero chill in that moment (and may have done a little happy dance….definitely don’t imagine that).

So here I stand, a lady in possession of a fabulous new dress and a valuable lesson; to assume makes an ass out of you and your closet! Yeah, pretty sure that’s how that saying goes….

Dress: Target x Who What Wear

Necklace: Kendra Scott

Heels: Circus by Sam Edelman