Binge and...

I spent part of this morning purging my Google Reader subscriptions. In a moment of OH-MY-GOD-I'M-CLOSE-TO-THIRTY panic a few weeks ago, I added a number of fashion blogs to the rotation. In retrospect, it wasn't the best use of my time.

It's tiring looking at countless pictures of hungry narcissists standing around looking wistful in clothing I wouldn't ever have occasion to wear, let alone hope to maybe possibly be able to someday justify purchasing ($5,000 on a single bag, OR 1/3 to good causes, 1/3 to savings, 1/3 to debt? Hmmmm...).

Besides, many of these people get their "looks" as kickbacks for promoting brands. Not sure if it's my journalism training or just my moral compass, but that all just leaves me troubled.

I'm certainly not anti-fashion and consider myself to be very visual, but ugh. Stop. It. Or don't, whatev floats your boat, really. I'm just tired of looking at it.

P.S. There ARE some lovely fashion blogs that skew towards practical advice and affordable style, I think it's just the immense ego involved in photographing oneself and declaring the result "inspiration for others" that seriously rubs me the wrong way.