you ever notice how every line of every tori amos song would make a great post title. amazing.
when i was home this weekend, buying myself out of house and home, i saw the best want ad ever. wanted: director of procurement. i could kick some procurement ass. i've got to remember that the next time matt comments about my shopping. it's not a bad habit, it's job training. just like eating cakes is no longer wanton calorie consumption, it's market research. serious dessert demographic studies are taking place in bakeries everywhere i go. i'm nothing if not a professional.
as y'all have been seeing for weeks i've been lacking the motivation to do anything but maintain. or stand stock still (industry term). but i think almost fitting into those 12's at the limited has finally got me motivated. they have a way of cutting their clothes that makes one's ass look like j. lo's. if i'd had a machete and a vacuum handy in the dressing room i would have made those pants fit. and it would have been worth it.
i've had a love/hate relationship with the limited for a few years. ever since they stopped making the 14. when a lot of the big players in the industry started producing larger and larger sizes, they went the other way. that really pissed me off when i first walked in and realized that nothing they sold was going to fit me. they had been there for me all those years while i worked my way up from the size 10 that i never thought was good enough to a size 14 that they discontinued.
i was mad at them, because i got too fat for their clothes. what the hell was i thinking? it is not the store's fault that i ceased to fit into their clothes. they did stop making their 14, but if i almost fit into their 12 that is one hell of a generous 12. regardless, it's not their fault i didn't exercise enough, or cook decent food, or do any of the things that would have kept me a size 10. those faults were all mine and there's no one to blame but myself.
but that store, i love that store. i love the clothes. i love the decor. i love the feeling i get when i'm there. every salesperson was nice to me. none of them gave me the look that says "you're too fat to shop here" even when clearly i am. i wonder about their management structure. that's the kind of store i want to give my money to and i can't. meanwhile the gap, with their uber perky yet passively hostile salespeople and vicious lighting, gets one of my superwoman checks almost monthly.
the limited made a choice to turn away from the money that would surely flow like the mississippi if they stocked clothes for larger women. i wonder what will happen as the skinny become fewer and fewer. will they bring back the 14, add a 16? as much as i applaud retailers who cater to the larger sizes i have to respect the limited for their decision. the gap doesn't stock a 20 because they believe that big is beautiful, they do it for the money.
as much as i don't buy that being fat is necessarily a choice, i don't believe that retailers are bound by duty to cater to everyone. they have a right to meet the needs of whomever they want to. they'll either make money or they won't, that's the bottom line. i re-read one of my old posts where i was maybe a little mean, it was an article about petite women having trouble buying clothes. where is this rule written that says every store has to produce what you want to buy? i'd love to take a copy to the pheasant lane mall and demand that woven skirt in a 14. let's write a rule that says it has to be affordable and tax free too. that would rock.
as always, if you want something you have to go and get it for yourself. we have to show them what we want with our dollars. complaining alone isn't going to make any difference. if you're still not happy, find a tailor. it isn't any more expensive than buying 20 outfits you hate that rot in your closet to end up at the goodwill in 5 years. anyway, my new goal is to fit in the limited's 12. that skirt is the holy grail. as of now.