The Path to Salvation: The Salvation Army
February 25, 2009

Denver, CO
I am an avid thrifthunter. Apparently it was decided in the stars, as noted in Starsky and Cox’s Sextrology {Thee most spot-on description of the Libra woman I ever did read, including such accurate details as my shoe size}. I’ve traveled coast-to-coast collecting knick-knacks and thing-a-mabobs, often expeditioning solely for a thrift prospect. My wardrobe has embraced the forgotten blends of vibrant acetates, the pastel stretch of polyester, the woolly itch of orlon acrylic and the high-waisted/worn-kneed catastrophes of hige jeans.

Being a vegan, thriftshopping was (and still is) a fruitful extension of my beliefs. Efficient “prosumers” account for the impacts of their purchases. Between veganism, the most environmentally-friendly of diets, and reusing (i.e., the outcome of thrifting), I embody my values wholeheartedly. I also, despite the cliche, opt not to spend my meager funds to support brandnames and contribute to a culture of materialism, thank you very much.