With social media overload one might wonder why there is a need to quite frankly, " know anyone"? After all, you have 1000+friends, 30 followers and well your "social life" couldn't be better. The reality is that we no longer care to be genuine because that takes time and you guessed it, time is money. Or is it?
I tend to believe time is time and money is money.
What does it mean to thrift? I actually had to google it and I was right. "Wise economy in the management of money and other resources; frugality". That's where the fun begins. No, really. You're a thrifter whether you have been to Good Will or not. However, I am here to lead by example, in the art of thrifting to live.
If you are someone who has a compulsive tendency to latch on to whatever is hot at the moment… Hello, Fad Hag. Obama’s first campaign, the occupy protests and to some degree the Zimmerman trial, were all movements. Tweets, your Facebook status or whatever party is going down this weekend is not a “movement”. The parroting of the latest phrase is actually a movement in itself. A loss of originality movement.
Those who speak loudly on their cell phones so others can hear/be impressed with their conversations are idiots. “Yeah, I’m about to hit the studio”, “Girl, he took me shopping and everything”, “After we return from vacation, we’ll redo the patio”. Who cares?
Adults who wear the same styles as their teenaged children look ridiculous. A grown man should not sag his pants and smell like Axe body spray. A grown woman should not wear booty shorts and smell like Victorias Secret 2 for $20.00.
Thanks to Tamar Braxton, people are speaking in third person and acting extra for no logical reason. Rappers tell us what bottles must be popped at the club, late night television info-mercials convince us to purchase that cool pancake dispenser for $19.99 that never arrived to my house and the 800 number is no longer in service… (sorry, flash back), women teeter around in those ridiculous shoes because its trendy to twist an ankle, apparently. Seeing a woman’s foot wedged into a teeter-totter shoe like a sausage casing, while trying to walk on a slippery floor is wicked funny.
Why do we do so many things that are not authentic? Attention? Boredom?
When I first moved to Georgia, I let a women apply lashes to my lids (I love supporting Black owned biz and thought I would look cute). I looked like I had charred feathers on my face for almost two weeks, it wasn’t my normal M.O. I was trying to look like the locals. Men, what’s up with the skinny jeans, don’t you need breathing room for your bat n balls? Ladies, what’s the deal with these hideous eyebrow shapes? You look permanently angry. Last but not least, posting a prayer on Facebook… I can’t. (I had to end with a Fad Hag phrase)