staggering genius

i’m actually bored enough to post about being bored. i miss having all my friends in one concentrated area. everyone’s off doing their own thing in different cities and leaving me out, hmpphh. being back in gilroy miiiiight be kinda shitty. ah well.  i will have plenty of time to do all the artsy things i never have time do while in school, read, and brush up on piano and guitar. hopefully i’ll be able to make some money along the way.

i like being too fat for forever 21. it’s the McDonalds of fashion. fuck that place. it’s a place for poor (and not-so-poor), skinny, hipless college girls who are unaware of the terrible slave factories that pump out cheap clothes with knock-off designs, or who simply don’t care about any of it. I’ve always been conscious of the factory conditions - how could you enter such a huge store with so many cheap clothes and think that everything is a-OK on the production side of things? this does not seem to cross the minds of most people. I am always conscious of it but it’s easy to disregard because of limited options, and most options are one in the same as far as production goes. i could spend $100 for a Kate Spade top at Nordstrom, but.. no, no. fuck that. “That’s outrageous. I’ll go to forever 21 and get a similar garment for dirt-cheap!” and so the wheel of heedless consumerism spins on. so many girls must be fine with buying a shirt and discovering a brand new hole in it the next day. Was hanging it on a different hanger too much for it to bear? this pisses me off. what pisses me off more is that these clothes sell as highly fashionable. yeah, 100% polyester is fashionable AND breathable. Total win-win. Of course, what pisses me off the most is that the factory workers won’t even get paid MINIMUM wage unless they meet an hourly quota.

  yesterday I went into forever 21. I have already more or less decided that this store is worthless, but I wanted a cheap tank-top. I found a mountain of them for $2.50 a pop. Boy, that’s cheap. But they didn’t have my size. So I went into the fitting room with a tank-top that’s too small and some other shirts that say they’re large but that barely fit over my head or flatten my breasts into nonexistence. I don’t think I’ve ever re-dressed and booked it out of a store so fast. I dislike malls in general, but never have I wanted to burn something down to the ground with such vicious mercilessness. I have had it with this store and stores alike. I will not be made to be feel bad about my body because I did not fit into the ridiculous sizing standards of a store. In my book, large does not mean SMALL, TINY, or INFINITESIMAL.

  When you purchase something at forever 21, you are all at once buying some shitty shit, supporting what is nearly slave labor, and supporting creative theft of reputable, classy designers. Stop shopping there.