Category Archives: no shame

Neiman Marcus is just an asshole

There is a Nieman Marcus Last Call here in Austin and I made the mistake of going in. Like the Nieman Marcus in San Francisco’s Union Square used to always piss me off every day as I’d pass by their windows full of fur coats every winter, the “budget Neiman” did not fail to disgust me either. It’s not like no other stores sell fur but this is store selling the fur no one wanted at the real Neiman Marcus, which makes me sort of sick that this little bunny died for the UGLIEST SHOES EVER. Thanks for reminding me what an asshole you are, Neiman Marcus.


Saved: Nothing, wish I could have saved this poor rabbit though.


Shopping for Michael’s 40th birthday…

It’s true, he is… but it’s probably best kept to oneself…

Ended up leaving with just some balloons and some “Caution: 40th birthday party in progress” yellow tape.  Really, party stores are such harbingers of waste, can we all just agree on that?


Saved: $19.99

It’s the subtle differences.


So, I MIGHT have been buying a bottle of Chardonnay at 10 of 10 on a Monday night on my way home from singing Baritone in a barbershop quartet-style acapella chorus I just joined. But at LEAST I wasn’t braless in a pink house dress and Tevas buying two pints of ice cream, Fancy Feast cat food and “Us” magazine (or as I like to call it, “Them”). At LEAST!!!