I love dollar stores. They combine the two best features that might be offered by any retail institution -- dirt cheap prices and the weirdest, coolest fucking stock ever. I've dug out 90210 gift tags, Dinky Dinos (Cato the Elder, a sheep, did not survive five overfeedings), a Masters o . . . (More)

While we were at IKEA (yes, snicker and sneer to your little black heart's content, but despite their Swedish origins, they offer a nice variety of affordable furniture and at least on the nine Swedes we inspected, do not have webbed toes, contrary to popular belief), my friends and I enthus . . . (More)

As a good consumer on her weekend from work, I spent the afternoon on a shopping jaunt with my mother. We went into a Disney store to pick up half-off clothing for my little brother. As I waited in line to pay for an armful of glow-in-the-dark Buzz Lightyear t-shirts, I became acutely aware of . . . (More)