Yes, Miss Scarlett:

I am such a good little Southern belle. I just answered a very formal invitation to a wedding rehearsal dinner—so super formal, it just said “Rsvp,” without the phone number, meaning you have to drag out the Crane monogrammed stationary someone gave you for graduation and write Mrs. Robinson in North Carolina to tell her how much you’re looking forward to seeing her and the rest of the wedding party on the 7th. I thought it might make me feel all Edith Wharton, but it didn’t.

Somewhere in heaven, my grandmother is smiling smugly.

My cred is going down the drain.