J.I.R.P.
A J. I. R. P. is a James Island woman who thinks being born there is a birthright and will fight you in the parking lot over who’s the better cheesehead.
My aunt is a J. I. R. P. She once started a food fight at the gas station over ketchup brands.
My friend’s J. I. R. P. mom won’t let her wear jeans unless they’re ‘formal jeans.’
My neighbor’s J. I. R. P. tried to join the Marines and failed because she thought a boot camp was a dance party.