The McKaylas are not impressed.
YES. That’s me in the bottom right corner—I was proud to be part of an army of McKayla’s last night at Hallowmeme. When I first walked in, I thought, “Shit, there’s another McKayla, and another…that one has a good bouquet, damn, but my scrunchie is definitely bigger, so she can suck it.” But by the end of the night, whenever I saw a McKayla I would go in for a high five and tell her how awesome she looked. It felt like being part of a sorority, if my sisters were drunk gymnasts with killer scowls.