I spend some to most of my lunch hour shopping. I understand and I fully accept that I have a problem, although, I would just like to let it be known, that I don't always purchase things. As a person who really enjoys the act of shopping, I have spent maybe the exact amount of time inside a dressing room, as I have at stop lights. Which begs the question, If I spend quarter of my life sleeping and a quarter of my life at stop lights and a quarter of my life in dressing room: do I have enough time to get everything else in my life done in that last quarter?
Every time I enter a dressing room I can't help and wonder why? Why oh Why, for the love of miniature figurine collectors, is the lighting always a florescent glow of dismal dismay?
Why? when I am at my most vulnerable (naked and staring into a mirror) must the lighting exacerbate the situation to the point of tears? Can't we work out some nice mood lighting, something soft and all together more complementary to my physique? Maybe something in a soft pink that caress my things in a loving way, instead of a burning white that makes me look like a dead hooker with cellulite and beard hair? I mean really, is that too much to ask?