The Domain Is Judging You
As you may have noticed, I kind of like ranting about retailers that ruin my life. But while most people are on board with vilifying Wal-Mart, this blog might be a bit more controversial. Today I'm talking about The Domain.
Some very dear friends of mine gave me a gift card to Express for my birthday. Express is perfect for fashion tragedies like me because I can walk in there, buy anything that doesn't make me look fat, and I know that no one will mistake me for Katie Holmes.
The only problem is that the nearest Express to me is in The Domain. If you're not from Austin, The Domain is basically Smugness incarnated as a shopping center. Every time I go there, I feel like my soul is dying.
As I drove around looking for a parking spot (which is a whole other tirade for a whole other blog) I realized what it was about The Domain that got under my skin: The Domain is basically a giant metaphor for life in America.
Let's start with the layout of The Domain. When you enter, the first store you come to is Louis Vuitton. Cruise a little more and you hit stores like Coach and BCBG. A little farther and you're at J. Crew, Ann Taylor, and Express, then The Limited, then American Eagle, then Payless Shoes, and I'm assuming this goes on ad infinitum until you reach a K-mart or a guy with a hibachi selling hotdogs out of the back of a van.
The Domain is essentially a modern-day caste system, only instead of "untouchables" we call them "people who shop at Payless".
Some very dear friends of mine gave me a gift card to Express for my birthday. Express is perfect for fashion tragedies like me because I can walk in there, buy anything that doesn't make me look fat, and I know that no one will mistake me for Katie Holmes.
The only problem is that the nearest Express to me is in The Domain. If you're not from Austin, The Domain is basically Smugness incarnated as a shopping center. Every time I go there, I feel like my soul is dying.
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| Not quite as bad as the time I watched "Eat Pray Love", but close. |
As I drove around looking for a parking spot (which is a whole other tirade for a whole other blog) I realized what it was about The Domain that got under my skin: The Domain is basically a giant metaphor for life in America.
Let's start with the layout of The Domain. When you enter, the first store you come to is Louis Vuitton. Cruise a little more and you hit stores like Coach and BCBG. A little farther and you're at J. Crew, Ann Taylor, and Express, then The Limited, then American Eagle, then Payless Shoes, and I'm assuming this goes on ad infinitum until you reach a K-mart or a guy with a hibachi selling hotdogs out of the back of a van.
The Domain is essentially a modern-day caste system, only instead of "untouchables" we call them "people who shop at Payless".
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| On second thought, maybe that's not so unreasonable. |
"...or a guy with a hibachi selling hotdogs out of the back of a van." GENIUS.
ReplyDeleteI'm def in the Ann Taylor/Express Caste. TOO funny!