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
