I survived cyber Monday with my dignity largely intact, but that has less to do with my powers of self control and more to do with the fact that my family opted to do Secret Santa this year, thus cutting my shopping list to a fraction of its usual size. This piece was published a few weeks ago, and my feelings about consumerism are still in flux. I still chase shopping highs and I still quiet shopping regrets with promises to myself that this is the last time I’ll buy a bunch of cute shit I don’t need.
