Preps can often be associated with stuck up, upper class, white
bitches who have eating disorders, wear too much lipgloss, only buy super expensive clothing from places that cater to ridiculously
small sizes like Abercrombie and Fitch, Polo, Hollister, and
American Eagle and have very
basic vocabularies. But honestly, like all fads, it doesn't really matter if your social status or race, as long as you wear the uniform and behave like a prep you ARE a prep. And
preps, along with all other cliques are defined by what people think a prep looks or acts like. Regardless or whether you are
rich or poor as a rattlesnake. Or whether you're
white or whether you've ever actually went to a prep school. If you can't bring yourself to buy a pair of jeans that isn't under 100$ you're probably a prep. If you can't associate with anyone who's style isn't scaringly similar to yours and you feel that anyone's whose different is totally beneath you, you're probably a prep. If you apply a least 30 layers of lipgloss and brush your hair constantly between classes, you're probably a prep. And if your vocabulary consists of the words 'totally' 'like' and the phrase 'Oh my god!' to descirbe every feeling of emotion possible... oh yeah, you're a prep. Remember it's not something you're born into, it's a lifestyle. You chose to live that way, so deal with the label like everyone else has to deal with their labels (and yes, I am talking to all you whiners
crying 'I'm not a prep' when you're so clearly are).
(group of preppy girls talk at lunch table)
(girl walks by)
(one of the preppy girls calls her over)
Prep girl 1: Hey! Like, where'd you get your top? It's like sooo
cute!
Prep girl 2: Yeah, and I
LOVE your shoes!
Girl: Ummm... thanks...
Prep Girl 1: Come and like sit with us!
Girl: Like, okay.
(goth girl walks by)
Goth girl: Prep...
Girl: I'm not a prep!
Prep Girl 3:
Don't pay her any attention, she's just jealous.
Girl: Of what?
Prep girl 2: Of not being one of us, of course!
Girl: And what are we exactly?
Prep girl
4: Umm, like,
preps? Duh!