My dear readers, I apologize for going two days without posting. I had a midterm on Friday in my weakest subject, physics, that pretty much took over my life.
College, especially freshman year, is a very strange time for many girls. The pressure to be sexual (and here I’m not referring to the ways in which girls are naturally sexual, but to the porn star variety of sexuality favored by teenage guys) is much more overt than it ever was in high school. Every girl reacts to this sexualized environment differently, but at my college a very popular response seems to be to dispense with one’s dignity.
I see girls out at parties wearing outfits that I do not expect to see outside of Jersey Shore. I see girls behaving outrageously in order to secure the approval of some douchetastic frat guy. And please bear in mind that I go to Johns Hopkins, a school chock-full of brilliant women. Sometimes I just want to tap these girls on the shoulder and say “Oh hey, I think you dropped your dignity.” And then I want to hug them, because it makes me very sad.
I am certainly not immune to the “check your dignity at the door” mentality, but I have discovered a very effective solution. Prada Infusion d’Iris is liquid elegance and grace in a fabulous bottle. Earlier this week, I recommended Infusion d’Iris as a cheaper alternative to Chanel 28 La Pausa. Infusion d’Iris opens with a great deal more powder than La Pausa, but it quickly airs out and develops into a similarly gorgeous, buttery iris scent. I would say that Infusion d’Iris is slightly more floral, while La Pausa had a touch more citrus. Infusion d’Iris has a clean, fresh-scrubbed vibe. It brings to mind a naturally beautiful society blonde (think Gwyneth Paltrow at the 1998 Oscars) who enhances her good looks with a little mascara and some tasteful pearls. This is what she sprays on just before she leaves the house.
A word of caution: Infusion d’Iris is very light, although it does have a very distinct character. I was unable to really smell it at all the first THREE times that I tried it. In my mind, this is how it should be- gracious, dignified people are rarely loud. I may start carrying around sample vials of Infusion d’Iris to give to girls in need of a little class. I’m also thinking of renting out a fire truck, filling the hoses with I’dI, and just hosing ’em down. The advantage of that approach is that then they have to go home and change their skanktacular outfits.
For real, y’all, I frequently see girls wearing tights (not even leggings, TIGHTS) with GIGANTIC rips down the thigh as pants. I would like to quote the delightful Eccentric Glamour, written by Simon Doonan: “Go down to the docks, look at what the hookers are wearing, and then DON’T WEAR THAT.”
Infusion d’Iris is available at most department stores and Sephora. $56 for 1 ounce, $74 for 1.7 ounces, $100 for 3.4 ounces, and $135 for 6.75 ounces (28 La Pausa, if you will recall, was $200 for 6.8 ounces).
Disclaimer: I purchased a bottle of Infusion d’Iris from Sephora.