Not in a tragic, world-ending way. But in a “what was I wearing?” way. In a “why did we think that filter looked good?” way. In a “did my phone really need a neon pink otterbox the size of a small dog?” way.
Today, everything is polished. Facetuned. Curated. We have “quiet luxury” and “clean girl aesthetic” and “beige flags.” Every photo is staged, every outfit is a “fit check,” every opinion is a hot take designed to go viral. ugly 2013
So here’s to the ugly year. The year of galaxy print, dubstep drops, and awkward duck faces. The year before everything got serious, filtered, and optimized. Not in a tragic, world-ending way