Deluxe Bitch -

Of course, the archetype isn't without its critics. Some argue that the "Deluxe Bitch" persona:

She has a skincare routine that takes forty-five minutes and involves a microcurrent device that looks like a torture instrument. She calls it “my nightly war crimes.” She drinks chlorophyll water and complains about the texture, but she drinks it anyway because glowing skin is not a gift—it is a declaration of war against the passage of time. She texts her therapist at 2 a.m. with breakthroughs that are really just old wounds dressed in new vocabulary. She is healing, but loudly. Expensively. With candles that cost eighty dollars and burn for exactly the length of one deep, guttural sob. deluxe bitch

So tip your hat when she passes. Hold the elevator door. Do not touch her lower back under any circumstances. And if you are very lucky, and very quiet, and very, very good—she might just remember your name. Of course, the archetype isn't without its critics

Bold, liquid chrome 3D lettering or classic 90s-style pink cursive script. She texts her therapist at 2 a

She says it often and without an explanation. "No" is a complete sentence in the deluxe vocabulary. 4. The Hustle: Work Hard, Spend Harder