Hey There, Pretty Lady, It's me again, Roque. I read and responded to you over at C11 if you're interested in what I have to say on that topic. If not, I understand. It's boring as hell for me too.
The nearest shopping mall to my house is Garden State Plaza. That's a highfalutin mall -- no Sears, but there's a Neiman Marcus and a Nordstrom. (I love the Needles Markup joke, by the way.)
I only go through those stores because sometimes I park outside them and need to to get to the mall itself. It's given me a lower bound for my art career: I never want to be the kind of painter who sells work to Nordstrom for decorating. Although I image those artists are doing pretty well for themselves financially.
I can't shop in those stores. For one thing, I can't even come close to affording it. For another, they're pretty clear on the idea that rich people are not in any case fat people. If fat people cared what they looked like and could afford nice clothes, THEY WOULDN'T BE FAT. Right? Of course.
I sometimes am surprised they even let me walk through Nordstrom. By rights I should be stopped at the door and forced to walk around the long way.
Darlings, where to start? Sometimes I feel as though I have lived a thousand lives in this one, dewy and unlined though my complexion may be. To Tell All may be to intimidate; thus I maintain, at most times, a discreet reserve. But here I share my musings, perhaps revealing the secret to my exquisite poise and charm.
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Hey There, Pretty Lady,
It's me again, Roque. I read and responded to you over at C11 if you're interested in what I have to say on that topic. If not, I understand. It's boring as hell for me too.
The nearest shopping mall to my house is Garden State Plaza. That's a highfalutin mall -- no Sears, but there's a Neiman Marcus and a Nordstrom. (I love the Needles Markup joke, by the way.)
I only go through those stores because sometimes I park outside them and need to to get to the mall itself. It's given me a lower bound for my art career: I never want to be the kind of painter who sells work to Nordstrom for decorating. Although I image those artists are doing pretty well for themselves financially.
I can't shop in those stores. For one thing, I can't even come close to affording it. For another, they're pretty clear on the idea that rich people are not in any case fat people. If fat people cared what they looked like and could afford nice clothes, THEY WOULDN'T BE FAT. Right? Of course.
I sometimes am surprised they even let me walk through Nordstrom. By rights I should be stopped at the door and forced to walk around the long way.
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