Silly

Spreading fast across the DC-metro landscape, the word "Silly" is both dynamic and powerful. Most often, said term is applied to a female between the ages of 21 to 28, sporting her saturday night duds and perfecting the trademark wobble of a young vixen in transit from one M street locale to another. The Silly is, strangely enough, liken to Batman, or any number of fictional vigilantes who assume secret identities by night. In this case, however, The silly has no political or moral agenda, no body armor and no super-powers. Instead, the Silly commands a limited skill-set of the following: Massive apple-tini intake, Dad's platinum card, a limited yet emphatic vocabulary, and a mastered ability to puke while sending a text. As the sun rises over the key bridge, the Silly will emerge from her wrinkled, vodka drenched cocoon as something between a butterfly and a wet dog who, sadly enough, doesn't fly and can't remember shit. While frequently acting as willing participants in perpetuating a wholly damaging stereotype, Sillies seem conveniently unaware of said stigma and have therefore managed to convince the less intuitive that they are somehow absolved of any blame.