So… there’s a Craigslist for the rich folk.
And I’m not entirely sure what’s more fun about this little corner of the interwebz…. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s called “Posh” which is a subsite within a larger site called “The Bloomberg Terminal” (can I supersize my order of pretentious assholery? Yes? Fantastic.) Or it could be that things like porsches and boats and airplanes and medieval castles are sold on it.
Nay, sir.
If you truly know me, you also know it takes far more to induce my neural erection.
Like irony, for instance. Specifically, the fact that even though they’re Scrooge McDuckin’ it, they’re still using what looks like the operating system from that fossil of a PC sitting in balls deep dust in the dungeon of my childhood home (where I spent most of my time, rattling my chains, and wondering what the things called “sun” and “trees” and “friends” were like).
Or… is that a thing now?
Wait – did I miss the memo on something meta-memetic?
And, like, we’re being vintage by exhuming the 2004 trend exalting vintage stuff?
Before we turn around and say that it’s stupid again?
I did miss it! Just like most current fashion. Including the “seriously sexy, Christian Louboutin, knee high, python-skin boots” which are also for sale on Posh. For $1,500. Mmyeah. Pretty much all’a that goes against the religion that I don’t have.
But I did pull out my slurpee and hope for more in a reality-TV-show-train-wreck sort of way when I read this bit:
“Wife fell in love with them and bought the last pair in HK, despite the fact that they were four sizes too big”
…(but wait! It gets better!)…
“They’re exceptional to look at on the mantelpiece…”
Wait. Pause. I have a two worded question for my readers: Can you?
Because I can’t.
For $1,500, I’m pouring applejuice in them LouieBadboys and partying like it’s nineteen-ninety-beerfest.
Good thing I like irony.
Because “Posh” does “tacky” better than Weird Al‘s Pharrell spoof that’s blowing up my feed.