No, not the band, but actually excess. Working in retail you can't help but think about excess. About people walking in with bags full of stuff, walking out with bags full of stuff. Buying, buying, buying. Heckling over prices from thirty to two dollars. It's kind of sickening when you begin to consider the amount of consumption in society. Mostly just the perverse excuse for culture North America has to offer, but there are some outer edges in which having is everything.
I believe that the longer one spends working in retail the more faith is lost in humanity. I'm at that point right now, and I work at an Old Navy, somewhere not even close to the top echel0ns of the consumer world, but perhaps observing from the bottom is key. Of all the Gap, Inc. chains, Old Navy is the only one to have increased in profits in the last year. It's cheap, people get more for less. I just find this mania to get more more more slightly depressing.
That's not to say that I don't still get the urge to sell my soul for that really exquisite pair of Manolo Blahniks. Because I do. Every time I see one. But the fact that we're all so obsessed with consumption has got me down.
Perhaps it's because I'm watching a thirteen year old British munchkin get the birthday of her dreams on My Super Sweet Sixteen. The only thing running through my mind is that this little Barbie-doll make up, St. Tropez tanning, Italian designer gown buying, flipping shit over a lack of a performer, swearing at her mother girl is only THIRTEEN. She doesn't even meet the age requirement of the show and yet she's talking about her Juicy Couture items and buying a Zac Posson gown while lusting after a Balenciaga bag. Alright, I'm dropping names slightly. But it's absolutely appalling to me that at only thirteen this girl has already discovered how to boss around party planners, name drop, and pinky wrap. And she gets literally everything she's after. (Probably due to the lack of "Daddy" to match "Mummy" - alamony, perhaps?) All I got when I was thirteen was low self esteem.
Some people have all the luck... and represents everything the average [over]consumer dreams of having.
It's Not Another Bad Rap Song
- The String
- This isn't a "It's wh-wh-wh-what we're all about" place. I don't come bearing vendettas against authority, or long time bones in need of picking. I may or may not come with hatred borne against Saskatchewan, a love of Converse high-tops, and something to say about the world, or the world as I see it. There is no ultimate purpose but to write about whatever happens to be bugging me, and to provide an alternative writing source to students everywhere. So say what you want, write what you want, and think what you want, because that's wh-wh-what I'm all about.
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