Skip to main content

Death of a Non-Fag.

Or a not-quite-full-force-fagmunch. However, he is dead either way. In his place stands a newer, increasingly faggy me. Woe unto the world for the loss.

See, there's this sweater I've been seeing at work (American Eagle Outfitters). I really really really fucking want it. Check it out, babes*. Yes, it's $149.50. But I want it. And imma gonna get it.



See, I have a pretty monster discount right now--50% off until the 5th, when it all goes back to my regular 40%. So I can get it (as sooooon as I cash today's paycheck... :D). So, for once, it's not an issue of money. Well, not exactly.

Back to the point, though. So, sure, I may get 50% off from that price, thus having to pay only $74.75, but that's still more than I've ever paid on a single piece of clothing in....well, ever. The most I ever paid for any one splooge of an item was about $27 for a sweater on clearance at Express Men a few months ago, and even that was a shock for me to accept I'd actually done.

See, I'm a thriftboi at heart. Or was. Or was/am. I recently bought a sexy lil American Eagle t-shirt for like 2 bucks at a local thrift store. Versus the $30 it probably cost in store....

But then there's this blue snowflakey sweater thing* that's got me so worked up in a tizzy. It's still about double what I've ever paid for any one piece of clothing ever. Some might argue that alone doesn't make me necessarily more faggy. Except for the reason, for the justification I make in defense of that cost.

"Because it's so pretty."

I'm willing to pay nearly triple what I've ever paid for any bit of clothing ever because it's pretty. I mean, it is, isn't it? Pretty, that is. And would probably look very good on me. Bold colors look good for people with skin as pale as mine, afterall. Plus, it brings out the blue in my eyes, I'll bet.

As well as the fag in my soul, apparently. Sigh. >.<



* EDIT: 2011/02/03: just in case those bastards on the AE website take down or have already taken down the page about this sweater, here's a picture!
Glory in it. Glory.

Comments

  1. Do it! If you NEVER splurge, sometimes it feels good to do so and remind yourself that you deserve it. :D

    ReplyDelete
  2. That is an awesome sweater. Warm, long-lasting items are worth splurging on. I just bought a wool, purple, high collar, silver buttoned coat. It was SO worth it.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Or just tell me what you think.

Other things that might interest you...

On phases and fixations.

My fixations are powerful, but they can also be maddeningly ephemeral and fleeting. And I hate that; about them and, honestly, about myself. But I’ve never really  asked why I feel that way... I'll commit immense amounts of time and energy and even money to a fixation for a few weeks, maybe even a month or two, sometimes rebranding my whole personality around it, then just...move on. I'm not sure when I first noticed this pattern—if it was always there or if it emerged and intensified over time—but it's been part of me for a long while. And every time I do, I feel such guilt and shame. Who even am I if I can't be consistent, dedicated, substantive? How disingenuous is it that nothing I care about lasts? I’ve always just accepted those feelings; I’ve never poked at them in earnest. If you can’t tell from the recent flurry of activity on this blog, I have been fixated on blogging; I mentioned in a recent post about this blog that I had a compulsion to revamp the whole bl...

Oatmeal is tasty.

{slurps up berry-oatmeal-deliciousness} Indeed. I need to work on rebuilding a morning schedule. I can be zombie-like enough that I'll waste a perfectly good morning, and have often slept through many. And, really, it's such a useful time of day.

My new favorite painting.

I, generally speaking, love art. I wish I understood it better; sometimes I can articulate its effects on me and what I think; at other times, that's tough for me. This is an attempt at understanding art, if only by trying to understand my experience of it.¹ The title of this post is a bit funny, tho: "New" is misleading—I first drafted it 6 years ago in Dec 2017, updated it in Aug 2018, and revised it a bit this week (Feb 2024). I'll write more about visual art and my ability to interact with it another time, but here's what I've got for now. So I finally went. There's a show right now at the Phillips Collection on Pierre-Auguste Renoir, my longtime favorite artist, and I went. I got to see more of his work at one time than I ever have before. And I found myself a new favorite painting among them—not just a favorite out of Renoir's work, but perhaps a favorite among all art I will ever see. The exhibit itself explores the story behind one of Renoir...