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Barfey’s Scarehouse Sale

Soooo, the heinously uppity and nauseatingly expensive Barney’s New York is currently having their Warehouse Sale. My beef with Barney’s isn’t their prices, per say. It’s that - every time I browse the store - I toy with the idea of opening a credit card and going into thousands of dollars of debt just so I can revel in the awesomeness that is the Co-Op floor. One would think I’d be all over the Warehouse Sale. And one would be wrong.
Massive sales are, to me, like supermarket coupons; they make me feel poor. The building in which Barney’s holds theirs resembles a prison: All entrants must check their purses at the door and endure being eyed suspiciously by security guards throughout their shopping experience. Your fellow shoppers aren’t women, but crazed animals who will, in fact, kill you should you lay your hands on a previously claimed item. All of this might be worth the hassle if the majority of the clothes weren’t shit, but shit they are, even at 50% off. Fine, some of the Kate Moss for TopShop items were decent, but the fact that there were a surplus of them means two things: 1. Barney’s couldn’t get rid of them and 2. Tons of silly little girls are going to be running around the city in the same fucking sequined dress. Barf, Barfey’s. Barf.