One of The Daily Gamecock designers decided she wanted to write a list of things she loves and hates, fulfilling her dream of being a trendsetter.
Things I love:
Turtlenecks
Drake wears them. I wear them. Turtlenecks give you the widely desired style of a parent without the hassle of having kids. You get to be cozy, hide your hickeys (freshmen) and you can pull them up over your face when awkward things happen.
Folks popping off
Cherish this moment. Never again will a president ever say something as beautiful as “if folks want to pop off.” Well, until Kanye runs in 2020.
Getting validation on social media
I think in 140 characters. I have described my Twitter as “a work of art.” I know there are more important parts of life, but also people build entire careers on social media. Until I figure out how to do that, I’ll be bragging endlessly about how Hillary Clinton favorited (ahem, “liked”) one of my tweets.
Things I hate:
The Snapchat text function
It is the most inefficient way to talk to people. You can’t see the message unless you swipe over to see it, and the messages disappear whenever they damn well please. If someone messages me on Snapchat, I am no longer their friend. We will never speak again.
Apple remotes
My roommates and I have lost ours too many times. Did we ever even have an Apple remote? I understand designing a sleek, simple remote. I get it — aesthetics are everything. Make! It! Bigger! Though! What is it, a remote for ants?
Noon games
I have never and will never make it to a noon game. I don’t pay thousands of dollars in tuition to wake up at 7:30 a.m. to tailgate. This is 2015, damn it. I shouldn’t have to sacrifice my sleep to watch Carolina lose!
Guys who wear flip-flops with long pants
I get it: you wake up in the morning, and it’s cold outside. "It’s a long pants kind of day," you sigh. But wait! What if it gets warmer later? You left your zip-off cargos at home! Ah, wait, you can wear flip-flops! Problem solved! Only it’s not solved because you look dumb. Put your toes away. It’s November.