One of my great joys lately has been online window shopping. You probably know the drill: troll a website (my favorites are Modcloth, Anthropologie, Loft, eShakti…) and ogle the beautiful clothes. Add a bunch of things to your cart. Pretend you are going to buy them. Perseverate over whether or not they’ll fit and if you really need them and how much damage this would do to your checking account. Don’t buy anything.
Lately, I’ve also been looking at clothing that I loved at Anthropologie, my spirit-animal store, which has found a second life on Ebay. Like an online consignment shop, Ebay allows me to fill my watch list with things I will likely never buy but love to look at.
Some people claim that a love of fashion makes one superficial. I beg to differ. Art, literature, fashion – these things are part of the aesthetic process by which we express both our unique and common humanities. Sometimes I like to wander around a museum; sometimes I like to pick up an important and beautiful book; and sometimes I like to look at pretty clothes. Besides, people are allowed to be multifaceted: one can *both* be smart and care about their appearance. Just ask Elaine Showalter or Elle Woods!