Pot Calling the Kettle Black

When it's nice out, I like to walk to the mall for lunch since it's right across the street. This mall used to be something special. Saks Fifth Avenue, gourmet coffee shop, fun makeup store - it was a 14-year-old's Saturday afternoon dream. Unfortunately it's not such a hot destination anymore, and the Saks, coffee and makeup have been replaced by Spencers, McDonald's and Leather Man. It's fine if you need to pick up a birthday card or a pair of socks, but shoppers have mostly migrated to better places.

That being said, the mall is a great reprieve from the craziness of the office. It's kind of comforting to walk into the mall after being in my cube all morning. I'm not looking to get my next great outfit there, although I have to admit I spent a bit more time than I'd like to admit looking at all the poly-cotton blend garments at Forever 21.

But what I find hilarious - and maybe I'm being a judgy snot for saying this - are the women who clearly spent way too much time feathering their hair thinking they're hot shit at the mall. Two such gems were walking behind me out of Macy's today and were trash-talking someone they knew who had a Coach bag. One said that she didn't understand how someone could act so white trash yet have all that money. The other said something along the lines of, "I mean, step out of the trailor." None of it really made sense to me, especially when I turned around and saw who was saying it. Frosty-haired, sickly skinny WT who wouldn't know their Balenciaga from their Bally's Total Fitness membership. Ladies, please. Before you open your mouth to spout out nonsensical bullshit that you only think you understand, get your facts straight. White trash or no, a Coach bag is a step up from the Style & Co. I saw you carrying.