The Eggplant in the Room

Microsoft Word is telling me that a proper synonym for overpriced is expensive. I say false. Take it from a post-grad-girl-on-a-budget, expensive is one thing—overpriced is another. 

No matter what your financial status is, buying an expensive item forces you to justify the price and acknowledge its worth. If you’re forking over your next month’s rent and can’t rationalize price versus worth, you’re being stupid. Though, in all fairness, I’ve done both. (Beware; flattery from a stranger at the Chanel makeup counter does not make it worth it.)

Now, every day it would seem that I enjoy torturing myself by perusing the virtual aisles of Gilt.com. I give them major snaps for occasionally updating the page layout, partnering with DuJour and having a shoe sale pretty much every day. I notice, Gilt. And I effing love you for that, I really do.

But there was one dark day Gilt’s stock dropped in my heart—and I blame Judith Leiber.

That day, Judith offended me. Re: as a customer and a human being, my feelings were hurt. I was bitch slapped and speechless.

On an average day, Judith Leiber, I think you’re great and your minaudières are gorgeous too. Small children agree (shout out to Lily from the SATC movie). The things you do for the rich and famous—giving them a bedazzled Pandora’s box to hold to their $21 chapstick while avoiding awkward hand fidgeting in front of the photogs, I mean, it’s practically unprecedented. But…

Photo taken from Judith Leiber, Gilt.com sale

If I had an extra $4000 to spend, I would certainly NOT get an eggplant.

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