The Devil wears Prada, I do not. I never have been a fashion guru, nor do I care to become one. Why should I advertise a label on my butt to promote a product for free? They should pay me to wear their clothes. Now, this does not mean I have given an ultimatum of never wearing labels or using brand names; I do live in the real world, ya know. But I am not exactly attracted to them either.
Labels, as we all know, are not exclusive to clothing lines. They apply to everything like cars, bars, stores, toys, candy, coffee, soda, soaps, deodarant, toothpaste, toilet paper, frozen pizzas, delivery pizzas, stereos, TV's, game systems, fast food, and everything else we consume with a brand name.
My dilemma is that I have fallen prey to the consumer driven society that we all live in and have developed a sense of preference for a few certain items, some of which include: Mazda, Side Pockets, Wal-Mart *sigh*, Tide (thanks Brad), Marlboro, Hasbro gummi bears, Blue Bell the best ice cream in the country, Hershey's, Altoids, Coke, Dr.Pepper, Folger's, Secret, Crest, Charmin, Digorno's -its not delivery, PapaJohn's, Sony, Play Station, Sketchers, Levis, T-Mobile, Jack-in-the-Box, Wendy's, and What-A-Burger. To name a few.
So, my day begins by drinking a cup of Folger's, putting on Secret, brushing with Crest, then driving to work in the Mazda, and answering my T-mobile when I get there. Lunch happens at Wendy's, all the while I'm wishing they had a JackintheBox or Whataburger in this part of the midwest, but they do not, so I sip on my Dr. Pepper while walking into the Wal-Mart to by some more Tide to do laundry tonight. After lunch, I pop an Altoid, the strongest mint and think of what to make for dinner. PapaJohn's sounds good with Bluebell for dessert, we can play play station tonight while waiting for the pizza, and man I can't wait to get out of these heels and hose and into my Levis and Sketchers. I think I'll have a gummi bear. A Hasbro gummi bear. We should meet at Sidepockets for a beer, I say to my spouse, and don't forget the Camels.
I am doomed. We all are. We are consumers of the Brand Name. Our brains are washed. Our money is spent. I need a Marlboro and a Corona with lime please. And Thank you.
3 comments:
Well, it seems you got it all down. But what about the small things in life? Shoe laces, tooth picks, straws to drink your DP, pens, paper, napkins, sunblock, towels for the cool pool...etc. You see there are still plenty of small things to get joy from, other than your brand names. I enjoy tooth picks, my daughter wouldn't know what to do if she couldn't chew on a straw. Well, you get my point.
Classic!
Jess, you gotta post something about the picture. That was a reat one dere'!
Whoa Jess! Sounds like you'd make an awesome movie narrator. Somehow, I pictured myself roaming store aisles... LOOT-DAH-DOOT-DA- DOO ...along with a carry basket.
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