Dear J. Crew, love of my life:
Why are you so overpriced?
We've had our share of tough times over the of years. First there was the low-pay, high-stress job, followed by a two-year stint in a male-dominated office where I was ridiculed for my keen fashion sense. And who can forget the lay-off from said office job when I feared years of unemployment and subsequent lack of spending power for jcrew.com?
But, alas, J. Crew, you stood by my side even going so far as to offer 30 percent off sales. You're hard to resist. Why who else can combine shorts, a flower belt and a cardigan with open-toe heels and textured tights? No one. There's no one else who gets me like you do, J. Try as I might, I keep getting lured into your web.
Just today, when I was feeling so strong and still riding the high of paying off my Chase card, you came back into my life. You and your empty promises of always being only a click away tempting me with free shipping and fall sales. But, there's always a catch with you. There's always a minimum--spend $150--to gaining your acceptance.
And you know what, J. Crew? It may be that I need to stop spreading myself thin. I need to stop giving in and finally devote myself 100 percent to the one who truly loves me--Banana Republic. Banana knows how to treat me right with free $10 and $20 coupons, the ability to return "final sale" items and their most recent proposal--spend money and designate a portion of the cost to the charity of my choice.
Those are fighting words, J. Crew. I know you pride yourself on being a lover, but sometimes you just need to step up to the ring. I think you just may have disspointed me for the last time...oh, who am I kidding?
Regretfully yours,
Jamie
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