Saturday, September 16, 2006
You're Getting the Wong Idea
After all the insane stressing out over Revs SAC, Leanne, Becks, Jane and I headed to the city for shopping and dinner. Bought a pair of shoes *sighs contendedly* for less than $50 *sighs even more contendedly, given awful, awful spending track record*
Now no more shopping or fun (except Thursday baking session over at Wills Street) Now is the time to get serious for exams, because this is the last shot I have.
Oh, and there is a Charles & Keith outlet along Bourke street. It's been there for a while, since the beginning of this year, but didn't it originate in Singapore??!! (Yes, it did) Normally I would be proud. But I had to cringe. Because there are so many market auntie shoes in there. You know, those mules and slides, with a big fancy pink ribbon or jewelled butterfly that looks so repulsively ah lian and aims to daintify the feet but only manages to emphasise varicose veins, bunions and corns.
And by the way, I have this niggling feeling that the founders of Charles & Keith were trying to make their brand seem really Western and upmarket. You know, like David Jones or Sade & Biss or Wayne Cooper. Because if they followed the naming of their store (rule of thumb: last names) then Charles and Keith would be no more - replaced by what they must have felt was decidedly less glamorous sounding - Wong and Wong. Maybe they thought the addition of an ampersand wouldn't have been enough to make it sound a bit better: Wong & Wong. It's all very tragic, and as Arthur Calwell will tell you, "two wongs don't make a white". But nice try, Charles and Keith, nice try. If my gut feeling is right, then shame on you, and everyone of us who at any point in time, ever, ever felt ashamed.
Racism has been in the news lately, after opposition leader Kim Beazley's ridiculous suggestion that visitors to Australia sign a pledge of Australian values. I cracked up after reading David Moore's letter to the editor this morning -
"I'm disgusted that Beazley has been flirting with xenophobia. Surely he knows xenophobia is married to Howard."
Now no more shopping or fun (except Thursday baking session over at Wills Street) Now is the time to get serious for exams, because this is the last shot I have.
Oh, and there is a Charles & Keith outlet along Bourke street. It's been there for a while, since the beginning of this year, but didn't it originate in Singapore??!! (Yes, it did) Normally I would be proud. But I had to cringe. Because there are so many market auntie shoes in there. You know, those mules and slides, with a big fancy pink ribbon or jewelled butterfly that looks so repulsively ah lian and aims to daintify the feet but only manages to emphasise varicose veins, bunions and corns.
And by the way, I have this niggling feeling that the founders of Charles & Keith were trying to make their brand seem really Western and upmarket. You know, like David Jones or Sade & Biss or Wayne Cooper. Because if they followed the naming of their store (rule of thumb: last names) then Charles and Keith would be no more - replaced by what they must have felt was decidedly less glamorous sounding - Wong and Wong. Maybe they thought the addition of an ampersand wouldn't have been enough to make it sound a bit better: Wong & Wong. It's all very tragic, and as Arthur Calwell will tell you, "two wongs don't make a white". But nice try, Charles and Keith, nice try. If my gut feeling is right, then shame on you, and everyone of us who at any point in time, ever, ever felt ashamed.
Racism has been in the news lately, after opposition leader Kim Beazley's ridiculous suggestion that visitors to Australia sign a pledge of Australian values. I cracked up after reading David Moore's letter to the editor this morning -
"I'm disgusted that Beazley has been flirting with xenophobia. Surely he knows xenophobia is married to Howard."
# posted by me lah @ 3:49 pm 
