The prospect of crazy fashion deals is usually considered “sick” as in “sweet” as in “bad like early Michael Jackson good.”
However, for one skinny, blond publishing industry worker, a past shopping trauma causes a tickle in her olfactories. Now every Century 21 bag she encounters smells like vomit.
Aside: you’ll have to forgive us and supply your own imagination caps for, try as we might, we failed to find the perfect picture to illustrate this post’s “concept.”
In creating her Pavlovian puke connection, she sacrificed reduced-priced cashmere and last season’s Pucci for a misplaced piece of pride. Dignity is for sale in Manhattan, but you have to pay the right price. And usually the transaction doesn’t take place in the back of a taxi.
Usually.







It’s nauseated, that she means. If you say you’re nauseous (same as noxious), you are saying you’re sickening, not sickened. Of course, since talking about this makes me want to puke, she’s probably right on both counts. Kinda cute, though.
Forgive me for stating the obvious, but couldn’t she have…dumped out the contents of the bag before she barfed in it? I mean, really.
…..I’m with Clare. About 4 years ago, I fell off a 15 foot retaining wall, hit my head, and passed out for a few minutes. When I woke up, I was possessed with a tremendous need to throw up! But did I just hurl in some random parking lot? No…
…..I walked my woozy ass home to puke IN MY OWN TOILET! You CAN choose where to vomit, damnit!
…..And since, I’ve had four years of no sinus problems. Nice side effect, eh? Of course, your employer and family tend to get alarmed when your face fills up with blood behind your skin for several days…