What is camp? Well, it’s a vision. It’s unmistakable. It’s sharing a bunk with seven other girls and having a rotating schedule of who the entire bunk has decided to hate this week. Camp is big. It’s brash. It’s more often than not “Hate Katie” week.
Camp is a way of seeing the world as an aesthetic phenomenon. Camp is artifice. It is style. And by style, I mean cutting the sleeves off your T-shirts so they look like they got halfway caught in a shredder. Camp is those little boob cardigans that only cover one-eighth of your body. Camp is ironically wearing Crocs until one day you are unironically wearing Crocs.
Camp is a way of looking at things, a perspective. Like dropping your glasses in the lake and using a backup pair with an old prescription. It is seeing the world in bright, bold colors and vague, fuzzy shapes that give you a headache to look at.
Here are some things that are part of the canon of camp: