Girlhood, a bad economy, and urge to stay hot
Girlhood, a bad economy, and urge to stay hot I spent the majority of March 2025 shopping. Books, clothes, makeup, accessories—everything in between. Legend says I’m still hunting for the next cute shirt and matching pants. But girl, to be a girl in this economy is almost murderous. So what the hell is even happening? How do brands justify that the cute top you like—handcrafted with love (and probably child labour) in Vietnam—costs INR 2,000? Why is life, existence, and the pursuit of aesthetic bliss suddenly so expensive? Is it Trump’s tariffs? Then fine, dude, I’ll swim across the ocean like a colonizing 18th-century man riddled with disease to fetch my clothes. But wait—those tariffs don’t even apply to our beloved desi land. Are we in a recession? Twitter’s been whispering “recession” since the pandemic ended, but officially, we’re in projection limbo. Too many rhetorical questions. Too little time. Anyway. Why should I pay Zomato INR 300+ for 10 steamed momos? Or ...