Lots of times when I read Lucky or similar, anything that talks about what various pieces of a celebrity's (or "public figure," as Jodie Foster would more tastefully put it) outfit cost, I feel a little bit nauseated and think "How can they spend that much money on clothes?" It makes me feel morally superior, because I can't imagine being able to sleep at night knowing that the food bank has empty shelves while I go out clubbing in my thousand-dollar pants. But if I look down into my heart of hearts, I know that if I had the funding, I would find a way to dispose of it pretty quickly and pretty selfishly. So many shoes and purses and foodstuffs. I have eaten almost all of the mukhwas that Tipsy brought me from India, and I can assure you that I could drop a cool hundred on that stuff tomorrow. It is the best I have ever had, so soft and chewy and flavorful, with little nonpareils in it, and you know I am a sucker for nonpareils. So we learn that I am not better than other people.
Thankful Thursday, Friday Edition
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