I INTENSELY HATE shopping. There are many reasons for this but first and foremost is the vale of stress that accompanies it. Looking at the mass of clothes and thinking about the people who made them for less than minimum wage because Gen Z decided tennis skirts are essential and how all of it will eventually wind up in a landfill makes it hard to concentrate on buying jeans. The lighting is often so upsetting to my fragile self-image that if I so much as catch a glimpse of myself in one of the 700 mirrors, I’m useless for the rest of the day. I’m also very lazy, and shopping requires a lot of patience, energy and enthusiasm—none…
