7. How cheap is ruining our lives - Apart from some swearing, this article is dead-on.
I'm no stranger to the allure of rock-bottom prices. My usual response to a compliment on my dress is to proudly blurt how much I paid for it. So why not go out and get that $2 camisole? It's Friday, after all. I could go out tonight, drip grease from a Taco Bell $2 Meal Deal all over it with abandon, rip it off later in the throes of Gordita Supreme-induced passion, throw the damn thing away, and just toss on a brand-new $2 cami in the morning. OK, that actually does sound like a pretty awesome $6 kickoff to the weekend, but it can't be good. Who made that $2 shirt? And what the hell goes into a $2 meal -- puppy blood and child labor?.....But I'm tired of throwing junk away. Tired of feeling like the expiration date on my clothes and toasters gets shorter and shorter every time I replace something. And while I know that spending $7,000 on a Viking range is a not-going-to-happen-in-my-lifetime experience, I'm sure I don't want to spend $268 on one from Sears that I'll have to throw out next year. Not everything needs to be a Buddhist-level lesson in the transience of life and the need for non-attachment, a cue for a "... I just bought this!" This winter I purchased a mid-century steel tanker desk for about the cost of a new one from Staples. Everything on top of it is less than 5 years old. It's dinged up and a little ugly. And someday, I'm giving it to my daughter.
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