|The horror, the horror|
Then last night I dreamt I met Emma Stone. I asked her about her open letter to some magazine called "Spring Look", wherein she asked a pair of shoes out on a date.
I asked her if she was nuts. Then I added, "I understand you can afford this sort of thing, but didn't you stop to wonder if maybe $7,000 is way too much for a pair of shoes, no matter how much money you may have?" She agreed it was excessive, but she wanted them and they're so comfortable. She wasn't insulted by my reaction, and we talked about how these shoes look like they're really worth $100 (although in my mind, I would have paid $200 for them - they were that comfortable). I told her when she gets tired of them, she could always send them to me.