I’ve got little but random kvetching today…
… I weary of the ubiquitous “flat stomach” and “tooth whitening secret” banners festooning my Hotmail screen. Well, I should be more specific – I weary of the “before” photos. Ew. What has become of our culture? We all have bodily features that are best left to the imagination. Why can’t they stay there where they belong?
… What idiot determines the average length of mass-produced women’s slacks and jeans? Does he/she hail from a planet where a 38-inch inseam is the norm? For Lord’s sake, I’m a reasonably average-sized female, and I cannot buy a pair of pants to wear off the rack. They all have to go straight to the tailor to have several inches lopped off, adding a minimum of $15 to any purchase.
… While I’m on the topic, what is with the tissue paper that passes for fabric these days? I think we’ve been bamboozled, people. I’m guessing those super-thin t-shirts, which are cheap only in their construction, reap a big fat margin for the fashion industry.
… And? Raise your hand if you’ve been through the wringer of purchasing spectacles recently. What a nightmare. The frames themselves are frighteningly expensive, and that’s the easy part. The real fun starts when you sit down with the salesperson to get to the meat of the matter: the lenses. You are made to feel like a fool, at best, if you don’t go with the anti-scratch, anti-glare, superduperspecial coatings that cost the equivalent of a body part. And how about an extended warranty? Boy, you’ll be sorry if those glasses break in two months. You’re making a Big Mistake. (And then the ringing up proceeds, complete with baleful glares due to the paltry commission brought on by your cheapass ways.)
I’d better stop before I say something I’ll regret.