It's hard not to notice her when she walks into a room. Maybe it's her taste- hair bleached white, tiger print dress, sky high heels, draped with jewelry. Expensive and trashy at the same time. Cheetah print nails probably cost more than your rent. And are those real diamonds in those sunglasses? But maybe she's unmissable because of the swagger. She walks around with the sort of confidence that no one could plausibly earn. She stands tall, despite being quite short. But everywhere she goes, she seems followed by some sort of soundtrack that informs the world- or at least, informs her- of how fantastic she is. Whatever is playing in her head, it's loud, and it's American.