Today Thorpey told me that buying vintage fashion (aka 'second hand' if you only speak 90s and earlier fashion lingo) will save the planet.
Last night I saw Oil Crash, or Crude Awakening as it's called here, apparently (which is all about how we, and specifically Americans with their fondness for Hummers and so on, no offence to all you Americans out there or anything, or at least none more than is your due, are wasting away all the oil in the world and how life as we know it, which in every aspect is heavily reliant on oil, is going to fall apart quick smart when we have no more oil and we will all suddenly turn into farmers and then die, because we don't know anything about being farmers and even if we do we don't really know about being farmers without fertiliser and machinery and so on. I mean really, it's worse than the Great Corn Threat), so I'm a bit sceptical that some aging, bug-infested polyester dresses, regardless of how fun they are, are going to save me. Reto and I were thinking of seeing Oil Crash in Switzy a while ago, but we saw Edmond instead, thinking it would be more cheerful. Edmond was the horrible story of a man who leaves his wife and then goes wandering the streets for a night and is attacked and robbed and generally treated quite poorly and then murders Julia Stiles in a hideous, blood-soaked stabbing frenzy and goes to prison and is raped by other men (although eventually he forms a loving relationship with his former rapist, so the ending was actually quite happy, really). And as it turns out that we made the right decision. It was still more cheerful than Oil Crash.
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