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I Can’t Afford to Love NY, Either!

I Cant Afford to Love NY, Either! fashion

There isn’t much that shocks me anymore. So when I lived in New York for the first time in summer 2007, it came as no surprise that most of the higher prices didn’t phase me. I knew that rent, food and alcohol was slightly more expensive anyway, so I took the high road and maxxed-out my credit cards to party on. There were two things, however, that did freak me the fuck out when I saw the price tags.

Movies are expensive as it is in Ohio. No thank you to paying $8 for a film I will probably hate anyway. My first movie in New York was Ocean’s 13 at that really cool theater downtown that overlooks the city. We arrived at the box office, and my friend asked for two tickets. “Eleven dollars each,” said the employee. I almost had a heart attack, and I’m sure my gaping mouth somewhat embarrassed my friends. I got over it quickly when I realized you could see much better films in The City than in Canton, OH.
Ah shopping. It doesn’t really get any better than in New York. A whole world of unique designers is right at your fingertips. I have been a vintage shopper since 8th grade, and I guarantee you I have supreme digging capabilities. In suburbia, vintage shopping is easy because people don’t realize the value of their old and moldy bullshit. And I have found some damn good deals in my day- a vintage Fendi bag, a purple Members Only jacket and brand new Doc Marten boots are some of the awesome things I’ve found in the past three years. So what’s the big deal, because you can find that stuff in NYC too? Each piece was under $30. The SAME pair of Doc Marten in much worse condition were $80 at Screaming Mimi’s. I paid $8.
Clinton feels my pain. He has designed a super cute and true t-shirt that reads ” I can’t afford to ‘heart’ NY”. An incredibly clever way of making money, and for $15, even me and my maxxed-out credit cards can afford it. If only it got me discounts at the bar…
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