A different kind of spoilage: a retort to unreasonable buyers and customers’
Its very difficult to explain hefty purchases these days…in an age of faux political correctness and whiny entitled consumers, it seems like charging anything above ten measly dollars is some sort of sin tantamount to advocacy for Gordon Gecko style greed.
But let’s just be real here for a second: life is all about proportionality. If you expect to waltz away with something that will benefit you without first having paid a proportionate price/done a proportionate amount of labor, then you are one entitled, deluded, self-enabling cunt. Sorry, that’s just what you are.
Oh of course you shouldn’t be expected to pay $1000 for a hand crafted, bench made, ostrich leather Northampton shoe, how silly of me, I’m sorry, that’s simply robbery, its not like the cobbler and the stitcher and the fucking tanner who build the shoe need to make a profit or anything, and clearly even if they did the logistics of building such an elegant and sophisticated product don’t necessitate at least a couple hundred dollars of profit. Oh wait, they do, you’re still a cunt, and you see my point.
The point is: if you want to cop’ nice things, be prepared to fork out some dough. Now where retail up-sale and slave labor are concerned, I happily concede the principal is non-applicable. No you shouldn’t pay $500 for a glue fused sweatshop made sweater (seriously, you don’t even fuse sweaters) which justifies its price point by the reprehensible college style ‘Abercrombie & Fitch’ logo on it. BUT if you know better, if you know that much love, craftsmanship and sweat goes into making and building your product and you still demand that the price sellers ask you for is ludicrous, then you’re basically an arrogant jerkoff looking to benefit himself regardless of the cost to the people helping you in this endeavor.
So the next time you decide (you know who you are) that you want to make fun of me for my decision to spend MY MONEY on MY GOODYEAR WELTED SHOES because they are empirically worth that much, I am very simply put going to skullfuck the living balls out of you.
Oh and yeah, there’s this one time in a artisinal product maker’s calendar where they have an attack of concious and decide to be generous about things: that’s called ‘sales season’. That’s as close as you’re getting to haggling with them, because seriously if you don’t jack that quilted down jacket by Moncler Gamme Bleu because you think its a serious affront to the concept of ‘thrifty living’ (and why would you be buying Moncler then in the first fucking place?) then rest assured, some appreciative and much less whiny customer will do so.