Andrea sent me this blog post – admittedly, I am ashamed I didn’t catch it first. Anyway, it’s Allison Arieff’s By Design blog in the New York Times“How Green Is Your Brand?” Of course, I posted a comment that was way too long – a bit of childish excitement after Andrea suggested I try to get a hold of her and send my grad school essay which hit on a lot of what she (and the commentors) touched on and plus I couldn’t find her email address.

So that got me thinking – how do brands position themselves in a way such that consumers aspire to be associated with them? What sort of adjectives do brands bring to their lives? You know, like (sorry, Andrea’s mom) most of the tacky moms shop at Chicos (Mrs. Y, you are not tacky!), asshats shop at Abercrombie and/or J.Crew (depending on what kind of asshat you are)… And can we use that same sort of brand recognition/brand alignment to sort of steer our consumerism to be more sustainable, to be more environmentally friendly?

The first thought that popped into my head was about luxury brands. Everyone wants to feel wealthy, right? Sadly, wealth is nearly 100% of the time equated with power, especially when that’s the only thing you have to go one. It is the easiest way to one-up someone. I have a bigger car than you. I have more shoes than you. My house is bigger and in a more expensive city. My cell/smart phone is smaller. Obviously, luxury sells – I see a lot more BMWs on the road and I know most of the people driving them aren’t breaking $65K/year in salary…although I do live in the DC area. Anyway, you get my point.

So if leather, size, and technological advancement are synonymous with luxury, what else can we associate it? Are we going to get to the point where people in suburbia swap comments such as:

-”Omigod, i will not go to her house again! It was so…messy!” (my mom’s personal nightmare, hence her OCD-cleanliness” or
-”Ugh, the furniture was positively pedestrian and the paintings on the wall! Don’t get me started!” (my personal brand of snark)

with “Dear god, the air inside his home was sooo hot and dirty! Clearly he is a polluter and failed to buy Low-E windows that would have kept his home more energy efficient and thus cooler during the summer” and “My my my, she wastes so much electricity, no wonder the power is always going out. She should really invest in some energy efficient appliances and turn off the lights when she’s not using them.”

Okay, I know, probably a pipe dream. But just think – what if clean air, super-soft, 400-thread-count, brushed hemp sheets, and electric cars became the next luxury? Fresh produce is already a luxury, compared to the crap you get at the $4 all-you-can-eat buffet in Vegas, so why not electric cars? Yeah yeah, you could argue “the rich would be the only ones who could afford gas” but they would also be the ones who could most easily swap lifestyles when the initially expensive first-wave of cars/products were launched. Give it time, and you’d see all the wealthy wearing Edun (Bono’s brand) and driving fuel-less cars. The rest of the world would want to catch up.

I bought clothes today. Online! Capitalist bitch hypocrite. But at least I did not buy this.

Misa went on Overstock.com to look at this post-Tom Ford Gucci monstrosity I’d found during a comparatively (to the general masses of annoying women) sedate shopping spree (see left). No I did not buy it at the bargain price of $3,000-some odd dollars, but during her perusal, the “question wizard” popped up. “Hello, may I answer any questions for you?” She decided to ask “Why are you selling something as ugly as this?” and “Has anyone bought any of these shirts?”

The question wizard declined to comment.

This may top the Hug Me Pillow.

Oh, and when I looked up for images on Google with keywords “clothes,” “shopping,” and “spree, I got this gay-ass photo (yes, from a site called iChatGay) that was stolen from an Abercrombie catalog.

Following up on the slew of storms that hit the DC area (and much of the mid-Atlantic) this week… It seems to me the gains in decreased energy usage caused by power outages were severely outweighed by the SUVs who idled the entire TWO HOURS IT TOOK TO GET OUT OF THE F*CKING METRO PARKING GARAGE.

I suddenly understand the blind fervor of the religious right. But oh, I believe in evolution, pre-marital sex, and intellect. Basically I believe in monkeys!

According to the New York Sun, bikes are going like hotcakes in NYC… meanwhile, people in DC still bitch about having to walk four blocks. That’s something I keep in mind whenever someone asks me, “Does my ass look fat?” YES! And please stop wearing Juicy Couture, Brooks Brothers, and J. Crew. It is a really odd mix, I’m telling you. Terry cloth does terrible things for ones butt, like make it sweat. Oh, but the pants absorb all that you perspire! Uh, yeah, this photo is not what I had in mind – biCYCLE requiring manual-labor, people! Truly though, you’d think that searching for “fat person riding a bike” would prove a little more fruitful. Jeez.

27 days left in DC before I’m off to Chicago – gee, in that time I need to clean, pack, write 2-3 magazine articles for my freelance crap and uh…stare at the wall for at least 3 hours a day. Good luck! My boss hasn’t told anyone, so what do I say to them? How’s it going? OHBYTHEWAYI’MLEAVINGYOASS!

On another note, I’ve never actually agreed with Dick Cheney until now…
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/06/02/AR2008060201856.html?hpid=moreheadlines
Lest he forgets, he’s also got Cheneys on both sides, as in both teams, in “Seinfeld” terms.

No, I’m not talking about athlete’s foot…I’ve got wanderlust. I know, it’s completely crazy – I move to Chicago in less than six weeks. Embarking on a new adventure, I’ll be attending the School of the Art Institute of Chicago for the Master of Design in Designed Objects program. In laymen’s terms, that means product or industrial design.

But yes, itchy feet. I’m going to a new city that I love and…all I want to do is rent a flat in Italy somewhere, maybe in Venice (away from the tourists and theme park-ness) and just wander around for a few months. Italy, Italy, Italy. I miss you and I hate the euro. I know you do too. All I want are some sardines and pickled onions, tonno on crostini, blue cheese-stuffed olives, and a glass of prosecco…or scroppino…yes, I want CICCHETTI!

It’s over. My brief infatuation with budding NYTimes reporter Jeff Zeleny is finished. Once, I was feverish for his corn-fed (he is from Nebraska), wholesome, and slighty tan wonderbread looks, but now, the illusion has broken forever. I saw him speak. Not in person, but good enough. Jen was right. I need Popeye’s Spicy Fried Chicken, not the mild shit. I don’t even care if he’s wearing a red tie or a pink tie anymore.

What has happened to me since mid-January? Lots. Some of it is too spicy for the public. Sorry. Someone tried to steal my car over President’s Day weekend and I am stuck with a PT Cruiser rental that seems to vaporize fuel on contact, all of my applications are in, I am looking for money for grad school, the economy sucks, I am trying to lose weight but cannot stop eating, my health insurance is screwing me, and for some reason I am extremely attracted (from afar) to a nondescript, corn-fed white man who happens to write about politics.

From Wired via Gristmill.

Photo by James Day, courtesy Wired.com

http://www.wired.com/entertainment/music/magazine/16-01/ff_yorke?currentPage=1
(love the photo of two of the most hot-because-they-are-so-amazing scary-looking/eccentric men in the world)

http://gristmill.grist.org/story/2008/1/9/105630/6287?source=daily

That I am the hot one in the family. Sad, but true.

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