Shopping: The Solution
I love it. You love it. We all do. What could possibly be more intoxicating than wandering store to store trying on clothes we shouldn’t, then buying them on store credit they are all too willing to grant you. It makes you feel better, in fact, it makes you better. Clothes don’t make the man (all women know this to be true), for men don’t really care about what other men wear, and women don’t either. Sure, if a guy walks into a job interview in a duck costume, he’s probably not getting hired unless the job is selling cotton candy in Tomorrow Land. But women not only judge other girls on their outfit, they set their entire basis for interacting with you on it. Whether we talk or not, whether you are nice to someone or not, help them with homework, get help from them, join their study group, all are based on these sweat-shop sewn drapes we throw on. I am not justifying it. In fact, writing it now makes me feel quite stupid to know I do this myself. But the truth of the matter is simple and unchanging, Clothes Make the Woman. With that in mind, I shop daily. And its great. The sweet aroma of perfumes wafting in the air, mannequins with absurd dimensions wearing clothes three times the average American’s monthly salary, jewelry, shoes (oh the shoes). Its better than heroine, more loving than Grandma, and more comforting than any boyfriend. I’d see any of my old boyfriends thrown down a well for a $100 gift card to Nordstroms’. I have bought clothes just to own them. I’ve naturally never worn them, but that’s not the point. I OWN them now. They pile up in the closet with the others. They no longer serve a purpose. Like gum that’s lost its taste only to be spit out. They gave me that temporary satisfaction and now they are old. Done. And therein lies the rub. This type of living ain’t cheap. I see that now. It may be time to rethink things. I know what you’re thinking, “BLASPHEMY!”. How dare she attack that Holy of Holies, Shopping. Better she burns every Church and Synagogue on Earth than challenge our materialist society. And don’t mistake me, Im no socialist. I like money and things. In fact, they define me for the most part. Should we ever meet, I assure you that you will know the name of my shoe brand within two minutes of our greeting. But I’m merely wondering aloud if perhaps this isn’t, well, shallow? I’ll get back to you on this…
Posted at 03:21PM Mar 20, 2008 in General |