General Sadness

I'm beginning to think that the internet is just one big, cruel joke.

Ok. Not the whole internet. Just the shopping part. Before online shopping, one could avoid the glitzy temptation of things one could not afford because one would simply go to Target rather than Bloomingdale's (I don't even know if Target was around in the olden days of no internet, but you get my point).

But times have changed. And now, with one bittersweet click of a mouse, one can be barraged with a plethora of cruelties. Cruelties so beautiful, so elegant, so perfectly matching what one was looking for, that one cannot turn away.

If one is picky (like me) one will scour for exactly what one wants. And when one finds it, one is often flung into the bowels of despair when one realizes that a simple click of the "check out button," a task menial in theory, but generally impossible according reason, is not so simple after all.

To demonstrate my point, I presented exhibit A, the tragically overpriced-priced Pottery Barn project table, that is of course the only white project table on the market.

And now dear friends, observe exhibit B:


No, in the grand scheme of things $175 isn't a fortune, but for wellies that may only be worn three times a year??

So disparaging, internet. So disparaging.

Google needs to come up with a poor-people-only-shopping search.

That is all.