"Class is the sure-footedness that comes with having proved you can meet life."
- Ann Landers
-Getting a bit saucy on the occasion, yet not to the point you cannot control your liquor. classy.
-Getting ridiculously drunk every weekend, and then posting on facebook/twitter, either obscure status updates like "idm so druank" or the morning after posts, "_(insert unclassy person's name here)_ is regretting playing beer pong with vodka/cranberry last night". Need I say? unclassy.
-Staying updated on your facebook, twitter, email, texts via your blackberry. classy.
-Staying connected to your crackberry like its attached to your ear, and nothing else mattered. unclassy.
-Wearing leggings with shirts too short so your camel toe shows, or wearing sheer leggings that substitute for pants/real leggings. unclassy.
-Wearing leggings with a flowy top/dress, or wearing leggings that hide those silly details. classy.
(see previous post!)
-Being a bitter, sore loser about winning silver, as Plushenko was. unclassy.
-Winning gold like a champ, and sporting a fabulous smile. ridiculously classy.
*Evan Lysacek is officially the epitome of classy in my book. That smile. That hair. That gold. Cue the swooning.
stay classy,
madeleine
