I also initially thought the title of the post was referring to "mall rats" but this is much more sinister... and sad. It reminds me of a woman I knew (tangentially) who worked in the sex industry in Amsterdam. She was young and beautiful, and literally addicted to designer goods. She wanted to leave the buisness, but every time she did she would become despondent over not being able to buy these expensive, designer things she craved, and would go back to hooking for easy money.
I never understood being so willing to compromise yourself, your health, your safety, your sanity... all in order to have this *thing* (no matter how amazing and expensive that *thing* might be; scarf, handbag, dress, shoes, car).
That just seems like such a devaulation of self-worth, and it makes me sad.
I also agree that you don't have to be rich to find nice designer stuff, but one may have to learn better impulse control in order to not simply buy it the moment you see it and want it, to realize you can't have absolutely everything you want (just ask the Rolling Stones), and the time and willingness to bargain-hunt, authenticate, and all the other saavy consumer's habits many tPFers already embrace.
I never understood being so willing to compromise yourself, your health, your safety, your sanity... all in order to have this *thing* (no matter how amazing and expensive that *thing* might be; scarf, handbag, dress, shoes, car).
That just seems like such a devaulation of self-worth, and it makes me sad.
I also agree that you don't have to be rich to find nice designer stuff, but one may have to learn better impulse control in order to not simply buy it the moment you see it and want it, to realize you can't have absolutely everything you want (just ask the Rolling Stones), and the time and willingness to bargain-hunt, authenticate, and all the other saavy consumer's habits many tPFers already embrace.