Summer is upon us—the season of saying yes to everything you’d normally reject. After-work drinks? Sure. Kissing strangers in broad daylight? Fine. Peeing in your front yard because you lost your house keys in a river? Acceptable. Summer's great because everyone looks hotter, each weekend feels like a school vacation, and the place you live becomes a place to explore rather than endure.
But then you take it too far. Shoes no longer matter, but for some reason, sea-salt hairspray really, really does. You’re late for work so often that people stop being angry and start getting nervous. You wear “gladiator sandals” and tie-dye maxi skirts and stay up all night smashing laughing gas with the kind of guys who spend the winter trying to pick up girls at bus stops. You start listening to reggae. And after a month of reggae, you go temporarily insane.
The truth is, everything seems like a good idea in the summer, when it truly, madly, deeply is not. Here's some advice on how not to be a dick now that the sun's out.
Each season brings with it its own particular variety of social media bullshit. If in spring Instagram was awash with photos of cherry blossoms and girls flagellating themselves for daring to eat a chocolate Easter egg, then summer is going to be Ugg-clad yoga enthusiasts pouting with Frappuccinos (no, it’s still not interesting if they spelled your name wrong, "Melanda") and requesting rides to festivals they can't afford to go to.
In all honesty, if you’re not going to any festivals or exotic locations this summer, it's best to stay the fuck away from social media. Islands in the sun are like giant petri dishes when it comes to spawning Instabraggers, and who can blame anyone for thinking, I’ve spent $1,500 on this vacation—I've earned the right to make everyone at home hate themselves.
If you are lucky enough to be going away, here are a few tips. I'm not going to patronize you by telling you not to "check in" at the airport or photograph your hot dog legs—these are no brainers. Tan-line selfies, on the other hand, are more complicated. Snapchat them to your crush, but there’s really no need to share with everyone—you'll get loads of compliments when you get home anyway.
If you insist on "tastefully bragging" (no such thing) from paradise, avoid provocative hashtags. #LivingTheDream, #SorryNotSorry, and #CasualMonday on pictures of sunsets is 100 percent going to turn your friends into vengeful whispering snake-bitch people.
When it comes to documenting your vacation for posterity, I'd say take it old school. You know what’s fun? Underwater film cameras you buy at the airport. Postcards with tacky 3D blob things on the front. Getting your hair braided. Henna tattoos.
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These are largely age-dependent. For example, everything you’re going to regret doing between the ages of 16 and 20 is going to happen on a “girly holiday.” Twenty-one to 24 is the dignified bracket—you and your friends are going to be too broke and overworked to have a real vacation anyway, so you'll just end up going on a long car trip to nowhere soundtracked by Beyoncé. But 25 to 30 is your time to shine—these are the years reserved for the glory of a quarter-life crisis in full thrust, halcyon years in which you'll finally be irresponsible and self-confident enough to spend decent money flying somewhere hot to give a mysterious ethnic stranger a blowjob.
If you’re off on a “girly holiday” this summer, here are a few dickhead things you should avoid:
–Tattoos: If you’re young enough to think, I’ll get a tattoo on a spot where my parents will never see it, then the tattoo is going to be a mistake. If you’re old enough to make your own decisions, then you’re old enough to know you shouldn't let a guy with a ponytail named Manu loose on you with a needle.
–Not eating: It’s hard not to be body-conscious when you’re walking around half-naked all day, but skip lunch and the whiny one in the group is going to annoy you so much she'll be in tears by dinnertime.
–Mopeds: Bicycles are so much cuter and so much less likely to cause a fractured femur.
–Sex on the beach: "Sand gets everywhere" is the clichéd advice. Arguably more persuasive is the advice that, these days, so do people's cameras:
–Penis-shaped straws: There is a picture of me drinking through one of these somewhere on the internet. I haven’t slept soundly for five years.
All that said, it’s fine to give in to some of your “basic bitch” impulses on a girly holiday. Vitamin D intake from actual sunlight is going to make you much happier, so take advantage of that feeling by opening your mind a little too. Do dance on the bar to Avicii, do wear a neon bikini, do rent a pedalo, do read Time Traveller’s Wife. Cultural snobbery is an exhausting thing to try to pack in a suitcase.
Couples holidays are essentially all about finding the right time and place to poop. If you struggle to do this around your significant other because you think he'll react to you taking a shit like you just set his grandma on fire, then you're going to need some subterfuge.
Let's face it: You're not gonna go seven days on a diet of foreign water and fresh shellfish without losing control of the wheel once or twice. If you'd rather not be a grouchy dick to your lover while sharing an expensive hotel room, you need to be chill about getting rid of "that bloated feeling."
Once this is out of the way, you're free to have a good time. I mean, you're on a vacation, with the person you love. What could be better? Use your time wisely by being as disgustingly coupley as possible—lovingly feed each other pasta, coyly splash each other in the pool, go PDA-wild while your bitter single friends at home aren't there to sneer. Just keep the vom-fest off social media, OK?
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At some point, people stopped dressing like it was summer and started dressing like they were constantly at a festival. Paris Hilton can get away with it because her whole life is a festival. Yours... isn't, so let's make this the year we lay the idea of "festi-chic" to rest.
Only acceptable at festivals:
Underbutt: This is when your hot pants sit halfway up your butt cheek. It’s a really great way to avoid tan lines and let everyone know that you’re DTF. The problem is that it’s a look mostly worn by 15-year-old girls so it could very easily attract the wrong type of psycho—y'know, the kind of guy who'd ask you how old you were when you lost your virginity on the first date.
Not acceptable anywhere:
–Fedoras: It's the patriarchy's favorite hat. Women who wear fedoras do so because they hate themselves.
–Flower crowns: Leave these to Florence Welch and whoever's job it is to dress the dead prostitutes in True Detective.
–Dip-dyed hair: This actually looks OK until you realize that everyone has it and your festival campsite has turned into a weird sequel to Being John Malkovich in which all of the characters look like Haim_._
DRINKING ON WEEKNIGHTS
This, unfortunately, is a double standard. If you are a student, you should really drink and smoke and snort and puke, then do it all over again, for days on end until the world is dark and cold again.
You need to get it out of your system, because once you're part of the workforce, nothing screams DICK louder than showing up to the office in last night's makeup looking and smelling like a clown who got hit by a train.
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All girls want a boyfriend in the winter, when you can’t afford heating and can’t be bothered to leave the house. But, weirdly, the girls I’ve known to be October's most enthusiastic boyfriend-hunters are the first to callously toss aside their loved ones when an opportunity arises to straddle a bearded bear on the beach after a pocketful of MDMA.
Let 'em. Girls have a way harder time feeling as confident as boys in the summer because they’re expected to get a wax every two weeks, be a realistic shade of bronze, and look good in short shorts. Once we actually achieve this Kendall Jenner–like appearance we might as well have some fun with it.
Girls: Go wild, be as big a dickhead as you want this summer—just avoid hooking up with boys who are dickheads.
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Beach romance photos by Jamie Lee Curtis Taete (top), Amdraci (middle) and Javier Izquierdo (bottom).