On Friday, The Post uncovered New Yorkers' greatest pet peeves. At the top of the list were subway door hogs, slow tourists, and chatty cabbies. Other honorable mentions included hipsters (6.2%) and bike delivery guys (5.2%). With all due respect, New York, but how else are we supposed to get Gristede's back to our apartments?
In light of the gripe, District L has compiled its own list of style-related peeves:
Those commuter shoes that Carol from accounting wears. You know them. The white ones she wears with scrunched socks over her sheer pantyhose? Save them for Sunday morning's "Sweatin' to the Oldies" class, please.
Unfashionably late to the party in Greenpoint? Time to lose the fedora, kid. And while you're at it, Young Folks was popular about four years ago.
That bag your roommate bought on Canal Street freshman year. I don't care what the sketchy man whispered to her outside the JMZ subway stop -- It's not real Prada.
Is that an eagle on your shirt? It's painful to watch post-grads wear Hollister, American Eagle, and Abercrombie. Once you turn your tassel at high school graduation, there is really no excuse.
These models hate your studded Gaga glasses.
