"Preppies no longer exist."

-Tipsy In Madras

Matt "Johnnie" Walker & Marissa "Mitzy" Walsh

Sadly, in many ways, this statement could not be more true. The traditional, old idea of "prep," which has for decades gone hand-in-hand with the "WASP" culture, has deteriorated from the classic, conservative style to which it was so attached into some trendy, tight-fitting, Abercrombie-wearing style. It is common, it is distasteful, and it is not, by any means, the way that the preppy lifestyle has been for decades. Being preppy is not about wearing a tiny polo shirt cut down so far you can see one's undergarments, it is a lifestyle. And, fortunately, there are cases in which Walker and Walsh could not be more wrong. Look closely enough, and one will discover that among the guido-esque people masquerading as true preppies in their Abercrombie, American Eagle, and Hollister, there still remain the true preps, the real WASPs. We inhabit the immaculate grounds of New England prep schools, and then small, liberal arts colleges, or the Ivy League. We live in Connecticut and summer on the Maine shore or on the Vineyard. You can find us drunk off of one too many g&t's one night and then at an interview for a six figure a year job with one of Daddy's fraternity brothers for a job in his financial firm the next day, slyly masking the hangover with a cheery smile and talk of the extensive service work that you did on that trip to a third-world country during high school. (Of course, don't mention that everyone on that trip was exactly like you, and three were from your rival prep school!) We sail, we invest, we judge, we drink. We are the last remaining enclave of true preps. If you are ever lucky enough to find us, you will absolutely know, and I intend for this to be a playful reminder that we still exist.