It’s been a bit (understatement) of a shit week in Britain: leaving the EU, realising I’m not at Glastonbury and being called ‘feminist trash’ by some guy that seemed to think the wage gap was Disney’s latest fairytale, made up to keep the kids in the backseat quiet for the 8 hour drive up to Newcastle, instead of an actual issue. On Wednesday my skin was covergirl quality and now I have 4 spots simply from the stress. In order to re-chill and remind myself how intersectionally liberal I am, I ordered a book of maps (which is probably like a racist’s ‘I have black friends’ argument but it made me feel better all the same).
However, this isn’t a post about maps because, after I bought my anti-Brexit propaganda I headed over to Depop- otherwise known as my go to gal- just to browse (says every girl ever before she spends £38.50 on a Naked Palette, I see you bb) (shakin dat ass) (shakin dat ass) (top tune what can I say) but ultimately I ended up buying three stripey rollerneck jumpers. And I honestly don’t even know why. Jess darling, it’s summer? Although it did get me thinking, every single experience I’ve had with Depop buyers and sellers has been wonderful, but isn’t the process of buying second hand clothes a little weird when you start thinking it through? I thought I’d share with you my DEunPOPular thoughts
For anyone that doesn’t know, Depop is a site where you can buy, sell and swap clothes and other crap you don’t really want anymore. Continue reading