Meet Margot. She's quirky and sexy but isn't doing it on purpose. She owns a boutique in Soho that sells vintage label clothing exclusively pre-owned by the wives, mistresses and groupies of rock bands touring from 1967-1982. She went to boarding school but she didn't tell you that. You just heard it. She was on the equestrian team but her parents sold her horse when she went off to Bryn Mawr. Wes Anderson is her Godfather, but don't make a big deal out of it. She always has the best clothes and is thin as a rail but she swears she hasn't done coke since college (don't ask about adderall). Margot knows all the right people, and tends to date musicians of course (dont make a big deal about it). She'll end up marrying a hot hedge fund manager who thinks her quirk is adorable but will then cheat on her with an intern. You think Margot is impossibly cool, and she thinks you're adorable for that. She's a Sagittarius.
Kate runs a thriving charity benefiting the homeless and somehow has time to be a doting mother to four children. And has her yoga certification. And no chin hairs....
This is the new Amy. This Amy would never have a gross refrigerator. She's not that kind of person. She's clean, organized and fresh. She feels sorry for the people with dirty fridge shelves and expired chicken stock boxes. She can't imagine having a 2 year old jar of pepperoncini peppers with mold on the inside of the lid. That's no way to live and Amy is glad she's the right kind of person. Yesterday Amy had two bags of clothes designated for Goodwill in her dining room corner. They'd been there for 2.5 months, eventually becoming invisible.
She slithers her way in and out of friend groups, wreaking havoc anywhere she can. She told you last week how much she admires you for not caring what you look like – she “just doesn’t feel right about leaving the house“ if she’s not completely put together.