Also known as the Cape Cod of the Midwest, this “up north” town located on Lake Michigan has been attracting stupidly preppy people for years. As you walk down Main Street, you are bound to see people decked out in Lily Pulitzer, Vineyard Vines, and Lululemon, while wearing Sperrys or
Jack Rodgers. Most of its residents only come during the
summer, and due to their loud-ass cocktail parties and even louder boats, all of the locals hate them. If you live in Roaring
Brook, Wequetonsing, or better yet, on The Point you are instantly “respected”. All of the rich kids can be found at the Little Harbor Club with their nannies after playing tennis, because their mothers are too busy shopping to care for them. If you are a
popular rich teenager, especially one who goes to a private or boarding school, you are expected to have your own boat, limitless credit card, and an endless supply of blonde
friends who will take pictures of you for Instagram. Besides rich
summer people and tourists, the only other people who venture up to Harbor Springs are the countless numbers of sailors who pour in after the Chicago-Mac for the annual u gotta regatta. During the rest of the year, everyone lives in
fucking huge mansions, even bigger than their gigantic
summer homes, dreaming of returning next year to torture the locals some more.
1: I'm going to Harbor Springs, MI this
summer
2: Oh wow you better start shopping at Vinyard Vines
1:
STFU I'm not going to become a preppy
2: Don't be so sure about that, Harbor Springs can change you