Let’s Make Fun Of: Anthropologie Furniture

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lizgalvao:

I love to hate Anthropologie furniture. In particular, the way they stage it for their website. There’s this gross fantasy they’ve created of an art student who can afford to spend thousands of dollars on a paint-splattered flea market find. It’s like all their customers are aspiring to be Charlotte in Tiny Furniture (a loft-dwelling trust fund dilettante).

They’ve gone off the deep end with the juxtaposition. You know those fashion editorials every fall where models lasagned in Prada swing around street signs in Red Hook? It’s like that, but on acid. The settings are more deteriorated and the designs are more design-y. It’s like shopping from deep within Fuck Your Noguchi Coffee Table.

If you choose to purchase a piece of Anthropologie furniture, it will only really look right in one of three settings:

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1. An alternative gallery space six weeks from opening

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2. An urban cabin with faulty electrical wiring

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3. A crumbling Southern plantation (soon to be deemed “the new loft” by the NYTimes)


Let’s take a stroll through the Anthropologie furniture section together. What’s for sale today?

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Hey lovely lady friends! A few of you had ish with this post, which of course you’re welcome to do, the whole point of this blog is about women with all kinds of identities getting to express voice, and obviously not everyone is going to agree with me all the time. I just wanted to clarify that the intention of this joke was not to skewer the beautiful joy and love that couples share, which I certainly think is amazing — but rather the absurdity of the wedding industrial complex that tells women that unless you spend all your time/money making wedding favors that are *slightly* different from everyone else’s, you’re getting married wrong. My opinion: have a party! get married! celebrate your love! I’m just not convinced that a party favor is anything more than a party favor, know what I mean? Smooches! 

Hey lovely lady friends! A few of you had ish with this post, which of course you’re welcome to do, the whole point of this blog is about women with all kinds of identities getting to express voice, and obviously not everyone is going to agree with me all the time. I just wanted to clarify that the intention of this joke was not to skewer the beautiful joy and love that couples share, which I certainly think is amazing — but rather the absurdity of the wedding industrial complex that tells women that unless you spend all your time/money making wedding favors that are *slightly* different from everyone else’s, you’re getting married wrong. My opinion: have a party! get married! celebrate your love! I’m just not convinced that a party favor is anything more than a party favor, know what I mean? Smooches!