You’re a spiffy kiddo in the
big city! You’ve gotten a job (okay, an internship) at Conde Nast!
This is awesome. And of course you work there because you’re
fashion-forward, and smarter than those jerks back in high school
in [funny-sounding name of semi-rural American city goes here]. But
now here you are, in the glamorous cafeteria, grabbing some quick
edamame or something. And, guess what? The bigger girls are taking
stealth pictures of you and making fun of your outfit on
Facebook. I’m sorry, it’s true! You need to know this.
It’s okay. I still think you’re great.