I once dated a guy who owned a $700 belt.
While I
couldn't fathom spending that much on an item to hold up my pantaloons, I
don't knock people who can. It's more about what that belt symbolizes
to the person. For some, it's just another investment piece to add to
their wardrobe, while to others it can represent a certain
realm of status and superiority over us common folk, who use the old-fashioned method of throwing pants in the wash to keep them up.
When casually meeting my sister for the first time, this boy said something
ultra arrogant about the salesperson who sold him the
damn
belt and my sister nearly fell backwards off her chair. She was
appalled at the snobbery that was committed in our backyard and
her first impression of this guy was forever tarnished. To this day, my
sister can't walk by the store, hear its
name or see
its logo without making a comment or a joke about that guy. Seriously.
When you make a purchase ask yourself these questions: Will this item make me
feel happier? Part of something? Legitimate? Authentic? Why do I need
this so badly? What does it represent?
While working part-time at the
bank, I saw people come in who drove spiffy cars and sported
designer threads only to pull up their accounts and see that they're living
off credit cards and dirty debt. It seems some people don't care if the bag's fake and the credit card interest rate is up, it's all about who they are claiming to be. Let's call it the "new is better" syndrome where people can't seem to upgrade their phones, computers, cars and clothes fast enough.
What we wear, and how we communicate our image has a lot
to say about how others perceive us. Before you even open your mouth,
someone can make 100
judgments about who you are and what you may be about. But people can also
change their mind based on your personality. A
slave-to-the-label-poser can be seen as graceful and kind once they
start talking, and a seemingly sweet dirty haired hippie can spew
pretentious fluff. I don't care if your watch is $5 or $5000 just don't be a jerk.
Don't get me wrong, I do have a dream car, dream house and a first pair of working girl dream
shoes that I hope to purchase one day without having to live off Mr. Noodle. My hope is that when I do achieve those
things, I will never look down at the intern beside me wearing Payless.
So what does the person who has nothing yearn for? Re-evaluate what you have and remember things are just things.
[photo credit: shop window N.Y.C Oct. 2009]
Sidenote: I will never reveal the identities of the people I blog about. That's not fair to them. So to all the boys I date in the future, don't worry just because I have a blog doesn't mean I'm going to blog about you. It's when you become an anecdote around my kitchen table, then it becomes fair game :)