Case in point: Etsy and Regretsy.
One day, not long ago, we got a screaming deal on our wedding rings on etsy. We really like them. They were made by someone. Not a factory. For us. Rock on & over.
Then, at some point, I found Regretsy, and am now totally ruined in terms of being able to interact with people at craft shows. Instead of just vacantly smiling when presented with table fulls of objects that have questionable aesthetic or utilitarian value, I eagerly quip. "You must have an etsy store." This urge is especially enhanced when there are photos around of nubile and/or emo looking young women, wearing fingerless gloves and sleeveless dresses, hugging ornamental stars.
Who hangs around hugging architectural ornamentation? What does that have to do with what they're selling?
What are they selling again?
I am all to eager to accuse people of having an Etsy store. It's not really a compliment, in the same vein as "Nice haircut, did you do it yourself?".
I am permanently inclined toward the ridiculous plane.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Leave a message after the tone...