From: Anthropologie To: Ses
Subject: The big sale. (How big, you ask…?)
Maybe it’s my female weakness* with math + spatial relationships, but i always thought size was in the eye of the beholder and that it’s not the size of the sale that matters, but how you use it…
REAL TALK: If your anthrophile affliction is even half as crippling as my own, you’re not reading these words since you clicked through to the sale before this page was done loading. It’s not our fault! Live music just sounds better sheathed in moth or hei hei or tracy reese… i digress. So, as I was saying, you’re probs already shopping the sale. If you’re not perhaps, also like me, your seattle-grunge-scene affinity during the formative years left you somehow thinking that only ‘fake / plastic’ girls brush their hair, wear nail polish, or care about makeup and fashion in the slightest so you need an excuse before letting yourself be a ‘girl’, even though your xx chromosomes prove you are a girl. I get it. I’m not here to fight how you’re built – I’m here to help you advance your case.
Hows this for justification? One can either be a work of art or wear a work of art, and actually looking like something Picasso painted kinda sorta makes you un-alive, medically speaking. Wearing a work of art it is, then. You’re Welcome & Happy Hunting!
*yes, you DO detect more than a hint of sarcasm. I personally happened to excel prodigiously in both spacial relationships and math, and am still sharp as a tack in either area. See, gender stereotypes are funny cuz they’re not true.