If there was any word I would use to describe 2012, that word would definitely not be “chic.”

It seems as though style and class have been completely obliterated, to the point where I just went through a miniature panic attack merely to type out the word “class” because people overuse it so much.

I’m all for the concept of trends. Where would Marc Jacobs be without them? But when people begin to let the trends take over, that’s when I start hyperventilating.

I almost feel as if I’m in an amusement park at school these days. A very scary, very un-chic amusement park, that is a combination of Middle Earth and the Death Star, where people wear poorly made elf shoes (Tom’s) and shirts with built in ventilation (basically anything from LF).

Maybe it’s because I’m a second semester senior and I’m ready to go to college. But even my college friends are latching on to these depressing trends. The sheer number of Frozen Yogurt (Froyo) stores per capita there are is astonishing and frightening.

Do people not realize that Froyo is basically glorified ice cream?

You are not being more healthy by having over-sweetened sour milk with 0.25 servings worth of strawberries and the 500 calories worth of cookie bites and mochi.

Meanwhile, while half of us are gorging ourselves on that illusion of health, the other half are adorning themselves in the style monstrosity that is currently known as “neon.” Maybe in the 80s, neon was cool. It was new. It was a thing.

Neon is an eyesore, and you aren’t original for wearing it. Let’s just say once Disney Channel catches onto the trend, it’s dead.

The female American youth needs to get their act together. Seriously,

I’m embarrassed for us, and wouldn’t be surprised if our deplorable actions lead to an eventual warrant by the International Criminal Court—or worse, the fashion police.

But actually, take a look in the mirror.