Speaking of bitchy opinion pieces, try this review of the (at the time) new J.C. Penney store which opened in Manhattan. I wasn’t aware it was possible to write down your nose at somebody:
Why would this perennially square department store bother to reanimate itself in Manhattan — in the sleekest, scariest fashion city in America — during a hair-raising economic downturn, without taking the opportunity to vigorously rebrand itself? Why would this dowdy Middle American entity waddle into Midtown in its big old shorts and flip-flops without even bothering to update its ancient Helvetica Light logo, which for anyone who grew up with the company is encrusted with decades of boring, even traumatically parental, associations?
It took me a long time to find a size 2 among the racks. There are, however, abundant size 10’s, 12’s and 16’s. The dressing rooms are big, clean and well tended. I tried two fairly cute items: a modified domino-print swing dress with padded shoulders by American Living (a Ralph Lauren line created for Penney’s) and a long psychedelic muumuu of a style generally worn by Rachel Zoe. Each was around $80; each fit nicely and looked good. I didn’t buy either because I can do better for $80, but if I were a size 18, I’d have rejoiced.
And herein lies the genius of J. C. Penney: It has made a point of providing clothing for people of all sizes (a strategy, company officials have said, to snatch business from nearby Macy’s). To this end, it has the most obese mannequins I have ever seen. They probably need special insulin-based epoxy injections just to make their limbs stay on. It’s like a headless wax museum devoted entirely to the cast of “Roseanne.”
I just hate the whole process of evaluating every single item I own and thinking “is this worth the cost of putting into a box and schlepping across the country?” Looking around right now, it just seems so daunting. I’ve done this about once every 2 years for the past decade, and it never seems to get easier or more fun.
Disclaimer: This is my OPINION ONLY. I am entitled to it, as you are to your opinions.
Alright. Where do I start? Pink Floyd, totally overrated band. Apparently you really DO have to be high to enjoy their music. Because I can’t listen otherwise.
Labeling of bands. Why all the hostility? Who…
ME CREYS, THIS IS BEAUTIFUL. AND YOUTHANASIA IS MY FAV MEGADETH ALBUM KJASFHSJHFHJ LEMME HUG YOU
*lets you hug me* YAY ANOTHER YOUTHANASIA FAN YAY!!!! *jumps all around* LOL
BTW, I am pretty sure I will have more unpopular crap to post. I just can’t think of it right now. It might be because my ovaries exploded earlier while looking over Junior pics, so I am still cleaning up.
Steve Jobs resigned from his position as Apple’s CEO, or chief executive officer, Wednesday. Taking his place is Tim Cook, previously the company’s COO, or chief operating officer. They also have a CFO, and, at one point or another, the company has had a CIO and CTO, too. When did we start calling corporate bosses C-this-O and C-that-O?
I went about my morning in the apartment and then ventured outside with the earplugs still in my ears. I could hear people speaking, I could hear sounds, but it all took place at a remove. And yet I did not feel farther away from everything. I moved through the streets as though in a dream, but, as with a dream, somehow more attentive and aware than usual. Up to that point the purpose of earplugs was to keep things out. Now I perceived a new dimension to earplugs—to keep things in.