Who’s the better dresser, you or your best friend?

{me and Tall Megan at the petting zoo}

It’s my best friend’s birthday today. Her name is Megan – what? like me? that’s right! – so when we first met my freshman year of college, I immediately jammed a descriptor in front of her name. That way, when people talked about us (which they did, all the time..we were pretty big deals on campus), it wasn’t “Wait, which Megan? The one with the…” because I never wanted to know how they’d describe me.

And that’s how my best friend Megan became known as “Tall Megan.” Is she that tall? She’d argue no, but she’s taller than me so it stuck. To this day, when my family and our mutual friends need to clarify who they’re talking to or about, it’s “Tall Megan” this and “Tall Megan” that. For short? TM. I love it.

{circa 2004, aka “a million years ago”}

The best part of best friends is the different strengths each one brings to the table. One may be a great planner, while the other is a good cook. Or a good listener. Or makes great playlists for parties. My Megan is an amazing athlete who’s competed in triathlons and climbed mountains. She’s funny and always knows what to say to pull me out of a bad mood. I’m anal, hyper-organized, a perpetual list-maker and worrier. Her laissez-faire attitude towards life is both an inspiration and a horrible irritation to me – often in the same conversation. When we go out, I research and pick the restaurant; she convinces the management to put on a song we like, or cajoles everyone at the bar to do sake bombs (even though it’s an Irish pub).

{paparazzi interrupted our stroll on the beach}

She also owns a pair of light wash bootcut jeans that she refuses to throw out no matter how much I publicly shame her (Throw them away Megan! They look like you bought them at an L.E.I clearance sale in high school…which you probably did!), and is a big believer in sports jerseys worn unironically. She’s not a terrible dresser; it’s just not a big concern of hers. Probably some of it has to do with her living in San Diego, a town famous for being so laid back you may never get up, and my residence on the more buttoned-up east coast….and, y’know, writing about style every day on Style Girlfriend (yes, men’s style counts in this equation).

I love her to death, but I think we both concede the “stylish friend” to me.

TELL ME: What about you and your best friend? Who wins the “Most Stylish” title? And maybe more importantly, do you both agree on that? Leave pictorial evidence in the comments if you’re looking for a tiebreaker vote!