Because this is a PG-13 sort of blog, I shall refrain from using anything stronger than that.
But I swear – people are such bloody, vicious, ugly things.
The Phillip Lim collection for Target went live online today at 4am EST. I, however, did not know that. I thought it’d be available at midnight PST. So there I was, biding my time with Downton Abbey, refreshing my browser every minute or so past midnight to take advantage of internet shopping, but nothing was pulling up.
After a very stressful episode, I was just about to give up when KS#1 gets on Gmail chat and starts binging about the collection. I hastily go to my open tab, refresh, and voila! Phillip Lim is up and running!
I get ready to make rational and methodical shopping decisions but KS#1 is still binging away on another tab. She’s practically frantic, telling me that everything is selling out. And she’s right. I try to purchase two mini satchels and the site won’t even let me in. I keep getting error messages.
Now I’m frantic. I throw a bunch of item in my cart, hope the sizing is right and hit checkout before I miss out on anything else.
Here’s what I grabbed:
I actually didn’t even get a chance at that brown satchel because I kept getting this screen when I tried:
Thank gods KS#1 had it in her cart and bought it for me. But as of this writing, I am getting the same error screen when I try to access the floral print dress and how much you wanna bet, by the time I’m done ranting, most of the items will suffer the same fate?
And why? Because of people like this:
Yep, that’s eBay. Mind you, that’s the satchel I wanted and it was retailing for $34.99. Can we say “rape”, anyone? And the sad thing is that those purses will probably sell at those prices too because everyone and their mother wants in on this collection.
It’s the Missoni fiasco all over again.
Why won’t Target learn? Why won’t they limit purchases? Why are people so gee-dee mercenary? Why are other people so gee-dee imbecilic that they’d willingly pay exorbitant prices and keep the mercenaries in business? And why am I up at 3am still whingeing about all this?
Here’s hoping at least one of the items I managed to snag is actually worth the aggravation. Or actually, here’s hoping not. Then I can have the supreme satisfaction of returning them to store, getting my money back, and laughing all the way to the bank.
Now excuse me while I wash this filth off my mind with a couple more Downton Abbey eps.