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.