Our girl Megan? A photo of her taken at South By Southwest landed squarely in the Don'ts. Apparently the Condé Nast publication finds flouncy mini-skirts paired with pink hoodies more offensive than the excessive use of exclamation points. Which, frankly, is beyond us.
Even more strange, the editorial staff of Glamour seems to espouse a truly bizarre philosophy, evident through the rest of the issue, in which one can solve any sartorial quandary simply by adding a belt. In fact, it's almost as if emphasizing one's waist resolves all dilemmas. Lose a boyfriend? Cinch it high! Lose a job? Add one in a bright color! Lose a limb? Well ... try two belts! We're afraid Megan's true crime was that she was buckle-free.
OK, so maybe, from time to time, we snicker over a stranger's wardrobe choices. But we can still appreciate when a girl wears what she wants, when she wants — Glamour Don'ts be damned.
That's why this week we love Megan Metzger
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