Best. Email. Ever.

Hi Cheap JAP!
I love your blog (obvs!) and actually discovered it while googling credit card advice. I’m in a bit over my head as a recent college graduate who used CCs as a crutch my last couple of years. Working part time just wasn’t cutting it for school supplies and living essentials, which quickly snowballed into not cutting it for all the other pretty things I didn’t really need in the first place. Bad girl, I know!

And so there I was, freaking out about my maxed-out balances when your blog entry popped up, and it was exactly what I needed to hear (er, read…). I’ve since paid off one card and cutting it up was the best feeling! Paying with only what’s available in my bank account is so liberating, and while at first I felt deprived I really am starting to enjoy living within my means. I’ve unsubscribed from Hautelook and Ideeli and just feel so much better!

I just wanted to drop a few lines to let you know how grateful I am! I’m a devoted CheapJAP reader and can’t get enough! =)

xoxo
Kaity

Kaity – I’m so effing proud of you, my own words cannot express said pride. So I’m going to channel everyone’s favorite stereotypical middle-aged Jewish mother (and Mike Myers’ best SNL alter-ego), Linda Richman, and we’re going to play a little game called Coffee Talk. Read the following to yourself in an exaggerated New York accent, and don’t stress over the Yiddish pronunciation – it’s faux.

Hi, I’m Linda Richman, and this is Cawfee Tawk. This show is dedicated, as evah, to Baahbara Joan Streisand, but we’ll discuss why I’m a little verklempt over her not getting a Best Directah nomination for Prince of Tides latah. Echh! Right now, we’re gonna tawk about my honorary daughta, Kaity.

I’ll give you a topic: Credit card debt. Discuss, discuss. Now Kaity was way in ovah her head. The poor girl just couldn’t stop shawpping. I told her she could shawp my closet and take anything she wanted, but apparently polyestah track suits and pleathah aren’t what the kids are wearing these days. Shawking, I know. But then, she started reading some diary on the Inta-net, and had a revahlation. Wait, not a diary. A Blahwg, whateva that means. A Blahwg written by some reformed shop-a-holic. If you know which Blahwg this is, the numba’s five five five, fouh fouh fouh fouh. Give a call, we’ll tawk, no big whoop. Ooh, someone’s calling!

Me: Hello Linda? I know what blog you’re talking about.
Linda: Really. I hear it’s like buttah. So you read it?
Me: I write it.
Linda: Now why should I believe you know what you’re tawking about?
Me: I’m Jewish.
Linda: Oh my Gawd. This is so Prince of Tides. And what’s your Blahwg called, Bubala?
Me: Cheap JAP.
Linda: That name is, again, like buttah. I’m getting a little verklempt again!
So Cheap JAP’s Blahwg helped my honorary daughta Kaity stop maxing out her credit cards and start shawpping smart.

Thank you very much for sharing your story, Kaity. You’re a beautiful person.

Tawk amongst yahselves.