Confessions of A Naughty Girl

Bloody Sunday

Before I post, I'd like to state for the record that it's almost 5 pm on a Sunday and I am at work. I hate the week before Thanksgiving, work-wise, because we're on what's called "accelerated log deadlines", which means, in layman's terms, that I am f&$ked at work and have to come in on weekends to make sure everything is taken care of before I leave for the week.

Guess what? I have found the loneliest and saddest place in Chicago. It is...drum roll please...the city laundromat. Oh yes, make no mistake, this is the loneliest place, particularly on a Sunday afternoon. I hate how Hollywood movies make it seem like it's cool to go to the laundromats in the city. It's not cool at all. You pay $2.00 per load of wash and about $3.00 per load to dry your clothes, and often, they come out dirtier than when you brought them in. (No extra amount of fabric softener and/or dryer sheets has been known to correct this phenomenon.) There are no hot single people falling in love over a shared use of Tide with bleach, only old, poor, ugly illiterate people trying to read the paper upside down, or hungover twentysomething people who are rolling in from the bar smelling like booze and looking like they'd been ridden hard and put away wet the night before. Carrying loads of to and from the laundromat is atrocious. And they always have a 1950s television set that only gets UPN and you're stuck watching re-runs of Moesha while you're waiting for shit to dry. Awful.

While I was waiting for the washer to finish (I had seen the repeat of Moesha a few weeks ago, so the tv was not an option), I crossed the street to my local Abercrombie and Fitch, as part of my endless quest for a good pair of denim.

Two things I'd like A&F to take note of: 1. Turn your damn music down. I feel like a grandma saying it, but I think part of the reason they do such good business is that people can't hear people talk, much less think, in that store and thus can justify spending $118 on a pair of jeans that some 4 year-old kid in the Phillippines chewed while he was teething to give the jeans that "weathered" look.

2. If you have a size 0, and you have a kids store, you do not need to make a size "00". What the hell is that? Not to mention, those were the only sizes they had left on every rack. Because about 1/1,000,000 of the female population is a size 00. First of all, making a size "00" reinforces the idea that it's okay to throw up after you eat, or to only eat carrot sticks once a day so you can look like an emaciated, sunken-eyed chihuahua. It's just not healthy at all. And anyone who actually buys the "00" at the regular store is a moron for not buying a size "14" in their kids store and paying half the price. Am I right here, or what?

Enough ranting for now...I am off to finish working on an account that I would urge you to boycott, but I won't name names because getting fired is not in the plans for my immediate future.

posted by KA @ 4:33 PM