I have to admit. The last time I took a look at my bank balance it felt like Christmas. Look. I’d rather be somewhere epic, but it is kinda nice to see more than chump change in there. AND that’s after already paying for the entire return trip to Mongolia, whenever that happens.
Of course, Matches (a fashion website, in case you’re not aware) was pushing Super Expensive Designer Clothing for your at-home meetings.
Fuck You. Like I need a goddamn three thousand dollar cotton blouse to impress my safari leader who can’t see it anyway.
Part of me would be VERY happy to see the fashion industry get stripped naked again and start. the. fuck. over. All this stupidity about HAVE to HAVE pieces that are more than a goddamned rent payment.
At the risk of repeating myself…Fuck you. I used to love fashion. Write about it. But when Marie Claire, which used to be edited by women with brains, penned that a pair of $500 shoes was a fucking bargain?
Honestly, Kris. This country, the world, not a few things could shift and change and so many things might really, really improve. Maybe.