I was apparently feeling very patriotic yesterday.  In not one or not even two but in fact MULTIPLE PICTURES from the Cake’s opening night (WHICH WENT GREAT!)  I’m doing a weird pledge allegiance to the flag hand thing:

And so, a Pledge:

I pledge allegiance

to my hair

and also to my face

and to Rent the Runway

and to women everywhere

for all of the time we spend trying to look like the best version of ourselves so that someone might take a picture of us and we might look at that picture and feel, that is me, I look great, but then what really happens is we force our husbands or friends to take our picture as we walk towards them and they  begrudge us but we make a weird stiff face because we know it’s happening

WITH HAIRSPRAY AN BOBBY PINS AND ALSO PROBABLY SOME JUSTICE FOR ALL