Archive for February, 2011

I hate to have to write a post of this nature, but at the same time, I am not going to lie to you guys. I mean, I already lie to you all the time – several times a day, actually, if you follow me on Twitter and are a Facebook Fan of this blog. I lie to you all the time, and it gets boring. So I won’t do it today. (That was also a lie.)

The thing is, I’m super busy. I have about 4 or 5 (I lost count) papers to write, one of which is a major b-tch. I have a midterm coming up and I haven’t read more than 3 cases in the last 7 weeks. (WHOOPS.) I have Trial Advocacy crap that I actually need to practice because, for some reason, I’m great at the complicated stuff, like oral arguments, and absolutely suck at the butt-paralyzingly simple stuff, like direct (but I’ve gotten much better with practice!). I have an online course (I needed 1 extra credit and that was the best option) that starts at some point soon and goes for a month and involves a ton of crap. Plus, I have various personal commitments that I can’t skip out on, which is unfortunate. Also, Andy takes up a stunning amount of my time by being terrible and ridiculous and having awesome plans for adventures, so there’s always that.

So for the next week or so, I probably won’t be doing daily posts. I will be doing posts, to be sure, at least two posts a week because I will still be posting at Heave and the Working Wardrobe.

Also, my post for Heave this Wednesday? It involves Oscar swag that the ladies will just love, I’m sure of it. So keep an eye out for that.

But yeah, posting – at least for outfits – will be kind of light. I’ll still be putting up some “Pretty News” stuff, which is basically just fashion-related entertainment/news stories. Like the “skinny” Pepsi can that’s offending people for some reason, and Lea Michelle’s Cosmo cover that has a bunch of dumb parents all upset.

So, yeah, be on the lookout for that. Until then, here’s a picture of a crazy freaking lizard doing things.


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I wasn’t really going to post anything about the strife in Wisconsin, Ohio, Michigan, and the Middle East. I mean, everything I have opined on the matter is on my Twitter timeline. I’m actually at the top of my Twitter game when there’s a revolution going on. During the Egyptian revolution, an NPR editor or something included me in a Follow Friday re: Egypt/Cairo/Tahrir, which was exciting. In a very vain, pointless, ego-stroking kind of way. But still. Occasionally I have those vain, pointless, ego-stroking moments.

Certain things have bothered me for a while now regarding these protests and revolutions. In no particular order:

Stop saying stupid things like, “In the MidEast, people are dying, and here, teachers don’t want to pay an extra 12%.” That is a bullshit argument and I have no patience for it. I got into an argument with a dude named Atraqchi who’s some kind of Iraq war analyst, a while ago. He’s a HuffPo writer (I know, who isn’t?) and he tried to advance the argument that Muslims in the US shouldn’t donate any money to the Park51 Masjid because Muslims overseas were dying in Baghdad and Pakistan and Sudan and Palestine.

That is straight bullshit. First, you can support both, but that’s not the point I’m trying to make in this context. Yes, it’s true that people are dying in the MidEast while workers across the country protest a crack-down on unions. But making that argument creates a false equivalency and is just plain disingenuous.

In this country, we are lucky enough to know that whatever happens, we will not be gunned down in the street en masse by the army or police. En masse, I said. (RIP, Oscar Grant, and the tens of thousands like you.) If we take to the streets in protest (say, about unions) we know that the President will not order air strikes on us, and we know the police won’t open fire on us as we do nothing but walk the picket line. We know this. Call it a product of American exceptionalism, that we don’t think the same things that happen in other countries can happen here, whatever.

We know this won’t happen here. We’re lucky enough to live in an environment that affords us that kind of security. We’re luckier than a lot of the world’s population. Great. Good for us.

But what we do hold dear and what we do fight for are our rights in this country. Currently, one of those rights is under attack – collective bargaining. You can’t put a price on collective bargaining. Stop trying to raise the 12% number. Just stop. The wealthy in this country have lobbyists (and, well, money). The working and middle class? We have unions. Unions are one of the top donors to the Democratic party for much the same reason, along with plaintiffs’ attorneys. And, of course, two of the things on the GOP agenda? Cracking unions and tort reform. Gee. Shocker.

The argument that people in the MidEast is are dying so we are idiots to be upset about a 12% raise is just ludicrous. The contexts and environments are two entirely different things. Yes, they’re fighting for their lives there. Here, we’re lucky to be fighting for our rights, not our lives. And just because people in Libya are being mowed down by Qaddafi’s security forces, we should shut up and sit down and twiddle our thumbs while we have our collective bargaining rights watered down and eventually stripped away?

Unlikely. If you honestly think that, step to the back of the line.

Tear gas in Cairo on Jan 28. Source: Boston.com (click)

And this 12% business is really pissing me off. “Just pay the 12% increase.” I’ve heard this over and over. Um, why? Are we Americans so glued to MSNBC and FOX that we’ve forgotten the very nature of pensions and how they work?! Pensions are not a gift by some kindly employer. Pension funds are PART OF YOUR COMPENSATION FOR THE WORK YOU DO. It is YOUR money. It’s not being given to you by the employer or the government, given at will to be taken at will. It is YOUR entitlement for the work you do. That is how pensions work.

I could go on about this and hash out the economics of it all (my mom has been teaching economics for twenty years – really, I got this, it’s basically all we talk about at the dinner table) but this article says it better than I have time to.

“Really Bad Reporting in Wisconsin: Who Really “Contributes” to Public Workers’ Pensions?”

Read this. If you read nothing else on Wisconsin and labor relations in the US ever, read that. Understand how pensions work. Understand where your money is.

Source: Inquistr (click)

This isn’t about unions, it’s about the budget. No, it’s not. First, Wisconsin isn’t broke. They have a projected deficit of something like $137M, I think. Which is nothing, really, since the last time I checked, IL was about 6 or $7B in the hole. 😛 We really don’t know what we’re doing here. Anyway, $137M is low when compared to the rest of the states in the US. WI isn’t in dire straits. Yet. Or at least, not when it comes to its finances.

Aside from that, the Public Worker’s Union AGREED to Walker’s demands for pension/benefits cuts. They agreed. And Walker told them to go screw. And he admitted in that prank phone call from David Koch, I believe, that it was about cracking down on unions. I’m sure FOX News has found some clever way to spin it, but really? Really? When it comes straight from the ass’s mouth? I mean, horse’s ass? I mean, horse’s mouth? Really?

Also refer to what I said earlier, about unions being one of the largest donors to the Democratic party. Follow the money. Always follow the money and you will have your answer to just about everything. And you will be severely depressed and need lots of chocolate.

Om nom nom.

Source: Feet in 2 Worlds (click)

All those countries in the MidEast that are revolting – they’re all the same. Okay, no one actually explicitly said this, verbatim. But it’s the prevailing attitude. The glibness of it all – “Oh, what Arab/Muslim country is protesting today? Har har har. Eh, heard it before when Country A was doing it, now it’s just Country B’s turn.” It really just – grr.

First of all, try to be a bit more precise. Not all Muslims are Arabs. Not all Arabs are Muslims. I have the feeling the world just got a lot bigger for some people. (God, could I be any more condescending today? Fine.) In a lot of cases, these are NOT even Muslim countries! Sure, most of the population is Muslim, but that doesn’t mean the country is necessarily an Islamic nation and not a secular one. That’d be like saying that just because most Americans are Christians, America is a Christian nation.

… Okay, that’s a bad example, because America basically is a Christian nation, especially if you listen to those idiot Teabaggers. For more on that, if you’re interested, read American Theocracy: The Peril and Politics of Radical Religion, Oil, and Borrowed Money in the 21st Century by Kevin Phillips. You can find it here on GoodReads.

More importantly, Country A is absolutely NOT anything like Country B. That’s nothing more than a racist, xenophobic perspective that reeks of American exceptionalism. (Hm. That seems like a theme with me today.) Bahrain is not Egypt is not Libya is not Yemen is not Sudan is not Jordan is not Syria is not Iran.

I bet it’s easy to think in those terms. Break yourself of that habit. These are countries with different governments, different rulers, different histories, different cultures, different population demographics (the Egyptian revolution, for example, was led by a youth movement as I think some huge percentage of the population is under 30 so it just makes sense; in Libya, it’s the business and middle class that is leading the revolt with the youth movement close behind), different relations with other countries in the region, and different relations with the US.

Don’t lump them all together. Don’t fall into the trap of thinking that just because Egyptians threw off Mubarak, Iranians can throw off Ahmadinejad or Pakistan can throw off Zardari. Don’t do it. It displays nothing but ignorance, and you’re going to anger a lot of people along the way.

I’ve gotten twitter replies to that effect: Oh, those countries are all the same. I never trusted myself to reply, so I didn’t. Because I would have said something really, really mean, and made the person feel like an absolute idiot. I just know I would have. I figured it was better to hold my counsel and let someone a little more patient somewhere down the line explain the folly of that mindset.

Just … don’t do it. You’d never say that Portugal and Spain and Andorra were basically the same just because they all share the Iberian peninsula. You’d never say that Sweden and Norway and Finland were the same, even though they’re all crammed up there in the Scandinavian peninsula. You’d never do that because everyone would look at you like you had a second grade education.

Don’t do the same in the Middle East.

Tahrir Square, Cairo, Egypt

Pearl Roundabout, Bahrain


Benghazi, Libya

Also, stop being so surprised that the people in the Middle East are standing up to their rulers. I’ve seen it all over the place – from lay people and from pundits on news shows and from writers for news sites. “Oh, wow, I never thought the Arabs would do this!” What? Stand up for their basic human rights? Really?

All that says is, “I never thought the Arabs were capable of doing this.” Because they’re weak and stupid and subordinate and don’t have the same taste for freedom and liberty like we do in the developed world or in the Western world. That they’re just not capable of standing up for themselves.

It reminds me of the romantic paternalism I despise so much. It sounds like a great compliment – “Yay, Arabs!!!1!” – but it’s just xenophobic and racist.

I mean, it’s an easy thing to fall into. I’m sure I’ve done it plenty of times. We generally do do it often enough – like when people remark that an African American is ‘eloquent’ or ‘articulate.’ The implication, of course, being that most usually aren’t, so we’re surprised when a black person actually is. It’s horrible and cringe-worthy but we’re used to it. That’s why few really notice the implication when someone says “I never thought the Arab world would do this.” The implication being, somehow, that they’re used to living in dictatorships, that they can’t imagine living under anything but a dictatorship, and that they could never be stirred to fight for anything more than living under a dictatorship.

And the only way to fix this is to really think about the underlying meaning of what we’re saying. It would be far more appropriate, for example, to comment on how astonishing it is to see regime after regime come under attack by protesters so quickly, like a domino effect. I think that’s what most of us are getting at – we’re surprised that Tunisia fell, and then all of a sudden everyone was packed into Tahrir with roses, and then Bahrainis retook Lulu Square after the bloody massacres there and all crammed into Pearl Roundabout, and then Libyans freed Benghazi and a day later, Tripoli fell.

That’s what we’re surprised about. That’s what we should say.

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The Democratic Senators in WI (and also IN) should just COME HOME AND DO THEIR GODDAMN JOBS. You can’t say this and support the notion of the filibuster. You can’t. The Democratic senators are doing what they were elected to do – represent the will of those that elected them. And if you can find a Democrat in WI that wants those lunkheads back in the Senate so that Walker can get his bill rammed through, you deserve a cookie, because there aren’t going to be that many WI Democrats thinking that way right now.

And I’m sick of some Republicans saying this and railing against the WI 14 for bailing. With all of the filibuster threats from the GOP we’ve had to endure this past year? Really? What is Boehner’s threatened government shut down but a giant, “Screw you guys, I’m going home?” Some Republicans are just mad because it’s their legislation that’s stalled.

Hell, I’d have been mad if Republicans pulled this over legislation I wanted passed. But again, I understand filibusters and am fine with that, for the most part. Sure, we’ve been seeing a lot of them in our Congressional sessions recently, and they seem to be on the rise, which isn’t a good thing. But too much of anything isn’t a good thing; it doesn’t mean the concept of the filibuster itself is horrible and ungodly and turrible. So I’d have to grow up and deal with it if the legislation I liked was stalled because of a GOP filibuster or mass exodus to another state.

Also, a funny little aside: Abraham Lincoln jumped out of a fricking window so there would be no quorum and a vote couldn’t be held.

I think that visual is a good one to end on, don’t you? Abe Lincoln, hat and coattails and all, jumping out a window? I like it.

I’m sure there are more things that are bothering me. But for now, this will do. Plus, I have a hell of a lot of work to do today. And unfortunately, I can’t hole up in a hotel in Rockford to escape it. Don’t think I haven’t considered that, though.

I’ll end with a picture of a masjid in Cairo.

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BetterWorldBooks is, far and away, my favorite online retailer. I love these guys. Whenever I can, I buy my casebooks and supplements from them, and all of my non-lawschool books come from them. They ship super quickly and have great prices, but the best part is that a portion of the proceeds go to fund libraries and literacy initiatives worldwide. Plus, they reuse/recycle books and their packaging is all 100% recycled post-consumer product. Also? They ship free. YEAH, IT’S LIKE THAT.

Also, they’re partnered with organizations like Books For Africa and Invisible Children, which is lovely. They were founded in 2002 by three kids from Notre Dame, and are based in Mishawaka, Indiana. Also, their (free worldwide) shipments are carbon balanced with Green-e Climate certified offsets from 3Degrees. They collect books from campuses, libraries, and more across the country, and buy them from readers as well. They sell them online and donate them to sister programs across the world.

I particularly love their Bargain Bin. Right now, if you buy 4 books, they are $3 each, with each additional book an additional $3. And even their Bargain Bin section is just jam-packed with titles, and it would probably take days to wade through it all.

But you know what I really, really love about BWB? The dorky little emails I get whenever I buy books. They’re so hilarious and cute and cheesy and lovely. They’re just dorky and lame, and I love them because I am also dorky and lame.

Here’s the email I got just now after I spent about $57 rooting through the Bargain Bin:

Hello Huma,


(Your book(s) asked to write you a personal note – it seemed unusual, but who are we to say no?)


Holy canasta! It’s me… it’s me! I can’t believe it is actually me! You could have picked any of over 2 million books but you picked me! I’ve got to get packed! How is the weather where you live? Will I need a dust jacket? I can’t believe I’m leaving Mishawaka, Indiana already – the friendly people, the Hummer plant, the Linebacker Lounge – so many memories. I don’t have much time to say goodbye to everyone, but it’s time to see the world!


I can’t wait to meet you! You sound like such a well read person. Although, I have to say, it sure has taken you a while! I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but how would you like to spend five months sandwiched between Jane Eyre (drama queen) and Fundamentals of Thermodynamics (pyromaniac)? At least Jane was an upgrade from that stupid book on brewing beer. How many times did the ol’ brewmaster have one too many and topple off our shelf at 2am?


I know the trip to meet you will be long and fraught with peril, but after the close calls I’ve had, I’m ready for anything (besides, some of my best friends are suspense novels). Just five months ago, I thought I was a goner. My owner was moving and couldn’t take me with her. I was sure I was landfill bait until I ended up in a Better World Books book drive bin. Thanks to your socially conscious book shopping, I’ve found a new home. Even better, your book buying dollars are helping kids read from Brazil to Botswana.


But hey, enough about me, I’ve been asked to brief you on a few things:



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If you have any questions or concerns, please email my friends in Customer Care at help@betterworldbooks.com. If you could please include your order number (redacted) that would be very helpful.


Eagerly awaiting our meeting,



The Wildlife Photographs
A Kiss Is Just A Kiss
The Wisdom of Islam (Wisdom Of Series)
American Islam: Growing up Muslim in America
Dog Observed
A Massive Swelling : Celebrity Reexamined as Grotesque Crippling Disease Other Cultural Revelations
Culture of Complaint: The Fraying of America (Oxford American Lectures)
Obsessed by Dress
The Calvin and Hobbes Tenth Anniversary Book
The Essential Calvin and Hobbes
It’s A Magical World: A Calvin and Hobbes Collection
Hello, I’m Special: How Individuality Became the New Conformity
A Bee in the Mouth: Anger in America Now
It’s In the Bag: What Purses Reveal—and Conceal
Bad Girls and Sick Boys: Fantasies in Contemporary Art and Culture
The Indispensable Guide to Classic Men’s Clothing
Justice Brennan: The Great Conciliator
When the Birds Stopped Singing : Life in Ramallah Under Siege

Tell me that’s not adorable. 🙂

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Narrative of the Life of Frederick DouglassNarrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass by Frederick Douglass

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This isn’t exactly a fun read. It’s not something that will lift your spirits and put you in a fabulous, animated mood. Instead, it’s heavy, it’s grave, it’s heart-wrenching, it’s fascinating, and it’s compelling to the end.

The writing is at times stark, at times stoic, and at times so passionate that it leaps off the page and into the heart. That’s the only way I can possibly describe it. I had so many thoughts while reading this book that it was impossible not to journal about it, which you can read here if you are so moved. (The tag is being added to; I still have some back-logged journal entries I haven’t gotten around to posting there yet.)

Suffice it to say, Frederick Douglass was an amazing man, so far ahead of his time, and this is one of those books that I want as many people as possible to read, because I honestly think doing so can inspire us all to be better than what we are. A tremendous autobiography.

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Good Job, Facebook.

I love this. 🙂 I’m glad that Facebook added this option under “Relationship.” It makes me happy but also reminds me of just how much work there is left to do until marriage inequality is finally done away with. Alexis is one of my law school (Twitter) friends, and I really doubt she’ll mind that I posted this here, especially since I made sure to blur the last names and pictures. Not mine, though, because I really don’t care if you nerds find me on Facebook.

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Obscenely rich women are, generally speaking, ridiculous. It’s like the more money you get, the bigger a waste of skin you become. Gwyneth Paltrow is showing us just how ridiculous she can be, when she tells us in her newest Goopy Goop Goop newsletter that we should buy our children designer clothes that are not yet ‘ubiquitous.’ Oh, cram it, Gwynnie.

You can read her newsletter here, although I don’t know why you’d want to. I only check in on Goopie Gwyneth so I can mock her ridiculous fashion advice that proves beyond a reasonable doubt (or was the standard, by preponderance of the evidence?) how completely inane and irrelevant she is.

To clarify, I am also inane. At least, on this blog. I don’t know, if you want to read me being intelligent for a change, read my Twitter feed when an Arab country is on fire, or skim my book journal that I recently started doing online instead of in notebooks. But here? On this blog? I am completely, butt-paralyzingly inane. Because I have to be all serious and dignified in real life, and here I get to swear and make crude jokes and squee about shoes. But the difference is, I know I’m inane. I declare myself to be inane. I don’t pretend that I need you guys to take me super seriously here all the time, or even most of the time. Even *I* don’t take myself super seriously.

Anyway, I’ll quote the pertinent part of Goopy’s post.

This week we showcase some beautifully made, very original lines of children’s clothing that we have recently discovered and are adoring. Mostly started by mothers, these companies are producing very unique, very cool, and not yet ubiquitous things for the little ones in your life.

Yeah. “Very original lines of children’s clothing” — i.e., designer clothes that cost more than my first car. And my first car wasn’t shabby – it was a 1986 Mercedes Benz 560 SEL. Or was it 650? Whatever the biggest one was. I don’t know, I’m kind of dyslexic when it comes to car models – I jumble them all up and then people think I’m insane. I’m not insane. My mother had me tested. It’s just that I don’t know anything about cars except that ever since they started making Benzos in the US, the quality (and safety) went way down.

Sigh. I miss that car. It was the best car. I was half convinced that it was sekritly alive. Like a pet. It was a freaking tank, also. I’m amazed I could see over the wheel, but God, I loved that car. I parallel parked it in downtown Chicago! 😀 This means I’m awesome.

Anyway. Designer children’s clothing. That is not yet “ubiquitous.” As in, every little brat at your kid’s posh private school probably isn’t wearing it.

This woman… just…Grrr.

I’ve already said irrelevant and ridiculous, right? Fine. I’ll try to find some new words. Where’s my thesaurus?

Don’t get me started, first, on designer clothing for kids. They don’t need it, and it teaches them a horrible lesson. Kids grow like little bean sprouts. I swear, my brother sprang up 4 inches overnight when he was 15 or 16. It was odd. None of his pants fit, because he was suddenly all legs. They STILL don’t fit, really, because he has such long legs and such a small waist, and the fact that you can see the waistband of his boxers sometimes when he wears his jeans (because, like me, he hates belts) scandalizes my mother terribly. Oh, she’s just beside herself, you guys.

Any parent can tell you how quickly kids grow out of clothes. (I am not a parent. I just talk to a lot of parents. Somehow they find me and shove pictures of their children under my nose and then I have to nod politely and make noises of wonder and amazement for half an hour, which, coincidentally, is also what Andy does on Friday and Saturday nights when he is out trying to ensnare hunnies.) Expensive designer clothes are just a huge waste in that sense. Who gives a crap about hand-stitched seams and silk thread used to embroider whatever logo or design is on the back pocket? Certainly not your kid, who is out playing in the mud and catching frogs and sticking them in those pockets with the fancy silk-thread logo/design.

Aside from that, it teaches kids a horrible lesson: the importance of branding on their person. The world will be hammering that lesson into them as they grow older; let them deal with it then, yeah? The first thing every teenage girl does when she starts working and making some money is run out and buy a Louis Vuitton bag. There will be time for that yet. But at such a young age, do we really need to make kids conscious of the fact that their clothing has a certain label that other kids’ clothing doesn’t have, and this is the basis for some ridiculous social hierarchy? They’ll figure that out when they’re older – no need to start training little douchebags in elementary school. Wait until high school or college when your kid ONLY shops at the Armani Exchange or whatever.

And more than that, the whole post is just … crass. My father has this thing where, all my life, he’s always said, children shouldn’t worry about money. When I was a kid and I really liked a toy but I tried to hide it and he asked me why, I’d say that it was probably a lot of money. And he’d say, you let me and your mom worry about that. Kids shouldn’t worry about money. Sometimes I got that expensive toy I wanted, and sometimes I didn’t. When I didn’t, I understood without them having to say anything and moved on. But I never worried about money as a kid.

And when other children made remarks about how their parents just bought them the new Barbie Range Rover or whatever the hell it was that boys were interested in those days that was pretty expensive, it always struck me as odd and out of place. Usually, I’d judge those kids that were bragging about how much money their parents spent on them. Isn’t that crazy? I would judge them. Ugh. I was such a ridiculous child. I shouldn’t have been judging anyone, of course, but I was always like, ew, when some kid would start talking about money. Even then, the idea of combining childhood and money seemed crass to me, even though I didn’t quite realize it.

Parents that delicately brag about how much money they spend on their kids’ presents still squick me out to this day. They’ll be like, oh, that sweater he’s wearing? It was $120. But it’s cashmere, and I knew he just had to have it.

Um, no. Sorry, that’s not true. Your kid doesn’t give a crap that he’s wearing a cashmere sweater as he knocks a bowl of cereal onto himself. And that LCD you got for his bedroom? Same thing. I bet he enjoyed the box it came in more than he does the television.

Beyond combining money and childhood and the crassness I’ve always found there, it just boggles my mind when people say stupid crap like that during this recession. People are losing their homes, we had to bail out the banks that we have to pay mortgages to for fear of being foreclosed on, we’re still being screwed on what we pay for health insurance but in more creative ways, college tuition prices are rising steadily as Congress cuts funds for financial aid and grants which puts higher education even further out of reach for most Americans, the price of oil is climbing, there is a global food shortage due to freak weather patterns in the US and fires in Russia and intense freezes in the UK and swarms of pests in South America, to name a few examples … and you’re telling me about the hand-stitched jeans that no one else had that you just bought for your seven year old? Really?

Seriously. Go away, Gwyneth Paltrow.

I remember during the 2008 Christmas season, when we were first starting to feel the recession, people that shopped at Hermes (couple thousand for a silk scarf! Yay! That damn scarf better be able to cure cancer, for that price) would request plain brown shopping bags instead of the store’s trademark (orange?) bags so people wouldn’t know they’d just dropped several thousand on a shopping expedition.

And yes, I do believe Hermes has trademarked its shopping bags, just like Tiffany’s has trademarked its blue packaging.

Talking about designer clothes that (1) your children will just grow out of, (2) do nothing but reinforce the bullshit ‘I am what I wear so I’m better than you’ social hierarchy mechanism, and (3) are completely and utterly out of reach for so many in the worst financial crisis since the Great Depression is just insane and deserving of nothing but criticism.

And to clarify, I don’t think that just because some people aren’t as well off as others, those that are shouldn’t enjoy what they have. Just because children in Africa are starving doesn’t mean I shouldn’t eat what is on my plate. All I’m saying is that, for God’s sake, try not to be a complete asshole about it.

Yeah, I’m sure Goopy Gwynnie is crying into Apple and Moses’s one of a kind designer non-ubiquitous clothing right now because I was mean to her in this post. 😉 I’m sure that’s exactly what’s happening.

Rant over for the day. Probably not. But you know.

EDIT: Everyone go read this comment by Merrilyn, because the anecdote she offers is, wait for it, RIDICULOUS.

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Occasionally I just find that dress that is PERFECT all on its own. It’s simple, elegant, modest enough for work, and doesn’t look like it’s trying too hard. Today is one of those days, so without much further blabbering on my end, head on over to the Working Wardrobe to check it out, or click on the picture.

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