Today I received a Groupon offer that could change my life. It was for 50% off a pair a Hot Pants. Now, don't get me wrong, I love a great pair of pink stretchy pants from the 60's, but high-waisted, skin tight black lycra? Not so much.
The selling feature? Apparently these attractive shorts actually make you sweat 80% more during exercise, in order to get rid of cellulite-causing toxins. Yippee! Just want I've always wanted: my (80% more) sweaty ass encased in black toxin-soaked lycra! You know, that almost makes me want to go to the gym right now.
Alas, I don't have any Hot Pants. And never will. It's shocking the things that women will spend their hard-earned cash on in an effort to slim down, smooth out and youth-ify. If we all just say no, maybe the brainiac marketers could turn their attention to things that really matter? Like doors that are too heavy to hold open and push a stroller through at the same time, or ziploc baggies that don't zip worth a damn? The fact that someone, somewhere, is making money on crap like Hot Pants is enough to make me fall right off the back of a treadmill (that is, if ever I was to set foot ON one).
Where's the Groupon for two for one chocolate mousse cake?
This blog will return to it's regularly scheduled crafty business very soon. Just couldn't let this one go by without a mini-rant.