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I’ve been watching a lot of South Park lately. And I came across an episode that touches briefly on consummerism. It made me realise that well, I’m a huge victim of it. I think many of us are since the age of free competition began but I’m not gonna start judging others today. I’ve asked myself several times why on earth do I want more clothes and shoes (ooh those Ann Ds, ahh them YSLs) when I could use the money to get a driving license and a decent car just for the basic purpose of getting around. With the same amount I spent on shoes and bags, I could have bought a vintage creaky BMW (no kidding, them Rodartes didn’t come cheap and I worked my ass off for weeks as I’m no seaofshoes kinda wealthy material mind you).
And yet, I feel happy owning those shoes, even though it means I have to take the public transport. There is a sense of confidence a kickass vintage military cape or Rick Owens jacket can give that no car can when I walk around the campus or anywhere else for that matter. So does it mean I rely on material wealth to boost my self-esteem then? Perhaps. But there is just something about being different, or trying to be anyway, and making a statement with my clothes that gets me so addicted to my favourite brands. It’s like as if these shoulder pads are giving me the power to face the toughest problems in my life right now, ie. Economics.
Anyway I bet psychology and human behaviour experts can look deeper into this and come up with a million theories but I’m too lazy to dig up that sort of thing I’ve learnt in school. Gotta get back to my assignment. Toodles!