Cooper & Brittany:

Thank you Broke and Beautiful for the really cool article you wrote about our vintage necklaces. We totally love the attention and want more of it!

Broke and Beautiful is a great website because it shows girls fashionable desgins that are very affordable. We read it all the time, and suggest that you do too!

Peace,

B&C

COOPER:

Remember your first BFF? You may have met her in the playground or in grade school. Your first BFF is like your first true love; it is truly a groundbreaking, eye-opening relationship in a girl’s life. Your first BFF is typically the first person you develop a relationship with outside of your immediate family. It’s a relationship based on innocence and it opens up a world of “firsts” for both people. Your BFF is someone you choose based on shared interests, age and proximity. Therefore, it’s a relationship that is doomed from the beginning.

I remember my first BFF. Her name was Donna and we met in the first grade. She became my best friend because we both liked the OC, IHOP, and pink bows. Oh, and she sat next to me in class so she was, like, the only person I could talk to without getting into trouble. The more we talked, the more I realized that she was just like me, and she understood what I was going through. Our relationship extended from class, to recess, and in no time we were having sleepovers and talking online non-stop. We were a duo, like Beauty & the Beast and Dolce & Gabana. Then as our relationship evolved I began to notice qualities in her that complimented qualities and me, and the intensity and desire to experiment was, like, totally, dizzying.

However, as I matured, our interests began to change; I liked boys, fashion and movies and Donna liked reading, writing and theatre. When we entered into the seventh grade I started to notice distinct groups of girls being formed within the class, and I quickly realized that if I wanted to join one of these groups I had to ditch Donna. She was becoming a detriment. If I wanted to go from lunches at the library to hanging out with the cool kids at the mall, my affiliation with Donna had to be destroyed. It wasn’t personal; it was strictly a social decision.

Shocking! Not the ending you expected, was it? But it had to be done. I’ll give credit where credit is due, Donna and I experienced a lot of “firsts” together, but she opened my eyes to the dichotomy of high school – the cool and the uncool. I wanted to be cool and in order to do so, Donna had to be eliminated.

My elimation was quick and effective. I elminated her within 24 hours. I hit the social networking sites, and started spreading rumors about her. It actually worked quite well; Donna became so obsessed with dispelling the rumors that I started and I was able to gradually phase her out of the picture without directly hurting her. Before Donna knew it I had switched teams and was hanging out with the popular girls.

The moral of this story is that if your BFF becomes a detriment to your popularity, she needs to be eliminated.

Peace,

Cooper

PS- Here’s something totally cool for your BFF. :>)

COOPER:

K. What so many people overlook in high school is the value of real estate. They don’t learn about real estate until they’re, like, super-old and in their twenties. Luckily, you have me here to tell you the importance of stuff like this. So, ya, real estate…it’s where you stand, it’s where you congregate, and even though it’s technically government owned, it’s yours during the time you’re in school — so choose it carefully.

The real estate I’m referring to is where you and your bitches (or clique, whatever you want to call them) hang out during important times like lunch and between classes. This is the spot in the school that comes to define you, and what you’re all about. Just like the housing market, some places are more sought after and in-demand than others. Of many real estate listings depend on the high school itself; they way the halls are shaped, the proximity of the lockers to the cafeteria and all kinds of other important stuff like that. Anyway, traditionally the most important piece of land in the entire school is the cafeteria. This is where everyone must gather. They can’t avoid it, it’s where you not only buy food, but it’s the designated area where you must eat lunch as well, so unless  you’re like a totally anorexic supermodel-type you’ll find yourself in the cafeteria at some point. So, in high school terms, the cafeteria is like NYC; its congested, crazy and loud, but the real estate inside is worth an absolute fortune. Social lives are made and broken in the cafeteria.

In the cafeteria, it’s all about where your table is located and who’s sitting at it. The general rule is to stay far away from the lunch line and the entrance. The further away from the lunch line you are, the better. After all, you don’t want disgusting people bumping into your table while they’re at the trough feeding. That’s like so gross, it turns me off of eating just thinking about it. At the beginning of the year your position in the cafeteria (like the social hierarchy) is pretty much set. You pick your table, and that’s where you sit for the rest of the year. If you’re popular like me, then you get to assign tables to the rest of the cattle, but I’m jumping ahead, back to the seating. Ideally you want a seat in the corner where you can view the entire cafeteria and who’s sitting where (and with who). This way, you control the room…you’re presiding over it. You can sit with your clique and laugh while everyone else wanders around and angles for a seat while hopelessly holding their lunches. LOL. Oh, and you can also make fun of what everyone is wearing and who they’re hanging out with.

But, the most important piece of real estate is the one that is exclusively yours – your locker.

The location of your locker is like the location of a house. The more desirable the location, the more your stock is worth in the social hierarchy. For instance, if you’re totally hawt, and popular and your locker is located amongst a bunch of socially-challenged loser then your stock will inevitably drop – sad but true. Your locker location is like your family – you can’t choose it; it’s assigned by a greater power.

However, you can bribe and scheme to switch your location. I’ve done it. One year my locker was located right at the end of a hallway that led to a door outside; if that wasn’t bad enough I was surrounded by some of the school’s finest social rejects. It was the equivalent of building a beautiful mansion in the center of Harlem. I could almost feel my social status depreciating by the minute. I had to do something – and I did. I went to the principal’s office and begged for her to change my locker location. He said he would if I could find someone to switch with. Long story short, I found this chick that had a locker next to my bitches and I gave her $500 to switch with me and she did. Social life saved! Well, that’s my locker story.

The final location is the hallway. Your place in the hallway is like your place in time. No matter how old people get, and how successful they become they will always remember the feeling of walking down the hallway in high school; and they’ll always remember who stood where. Your place in the hallway becomes statuized in people’s minds for eternity. Unlike your locker location and your table in the cafeteria, I can’t tell you the best place to stand in the hallway ‘cause it’s all depends how your school is designed. But I will say this, make your spot the area where EVERYONE must walk during the day. The hallway is all about been seen. It’s like a fashion runway – trends are made, broke and laughed at in the hallway. In our school we have, like, an “L” shaped hallway and we always stand right at the corner so everyone has to walk by us, and we just, like, stare at people and stuff and whisper amongst ourselves. It’s so funny to see how nervous everyone gets…it’s almost like they can feel themselves getting judged.

So, that’s my little lesson real estate. Invest wisely, bitches.

Luv,

Cooper

BRITTANY:

K. Let me start off by saying Hawtness is a curse. Well, actually, let me start off by distinguishing “Hawt” from “Hot”. The typical word people use is “Hot”, and “hot” basically means that a girl is prettier than average, and, as a result, she is respected and worshiped for her look. “HAWT” is like “hot” if you multiplied it by a million; the term was coined by celebrity blogger Perez Hilton and it represents a level of hotness that is immeasurable (hence the term “hawt”). The only living person other than me that has true Hawtness is my bitch, Emmy Rossum. Emmy is HAWT. She knows it. Accepts it. Lives with it.

But being super-hawt is not easy, bitches. It’s difficult. Like you know when someone has a terrible ailment that everyone can’t stop staring at? It’s like that, but only tougher. Imagine going out to the mall and literally stopping people in their tracks. That’s what I live with and it’s embarrassing. It’s like when I sit down at the food court to have Pinkberry, and within seconds I am swarmed by guys that want to talk to me. Sometimes I’m scared by it, but I have to live with it.

Super-Hawt people have no life; we are victims of our amazing genes.

When I was a tween, I never understood my hawtness and the effect it had on people. I never understood why other girls were mean to me, and why guys were always trying to talk to me. I used to sit home and cry at night because of the confusion. I didn’t want to be different but I was…my eyes were enchanting, my skin was flawless, my lips were full, and smile offered light to lightless places. Once I accepted my super-hawt status and learned how to use it, my life became much more tolerable.

But my goal was to never bask in my own hawtness. I wanted other girls to unleash their inner hawtness and feel the same sort of way I do when I go to the mall. And that’s why my BFF Cooper and I started Brittany&Cooper. Through our company, we are trying, in our own small way, to pass on the hawtness to the world. We want every girl in America to feel good about herself, be popular, and score guys. And we hope our jewelry (and prom accessories) will help them do that.

Peace,
B.