This is not for anyone who uses, has used, or plans to use the term “hot-girl summer.” Go away, hot girls. Go to Ibiza, go to Mykonos, hop onto Dan Bilzerian’s yacht, have fun with Leo, send us a postcard. Bye.
There is a fresh alternative to the string-bikinied, under-boobed, fully waxed, spray-tanned, acrylic-nailed, high-heeled, tequila-shot summer.
