F U 'new' Bucktown

I had to go to Bucktown today for an appointment. I haven't been there at all really since I moved from there to UKV in early February. I couldn't believe how much it has changed. When I moved the Marc Jacobs, Nanette Lepore, and Cynthia Rowley were all set to open. I found that pretty irritating because although the boutiques on Damen were too pricey for me at least they weren't chains. Gave the street a more local feeling. Today in addition to those 3 designers, there is an Intermix, BCBG, Club Monaco, a Lululemon (Workout Gear Lite aka not for real athletes but for people that like looking cute at Cheetah Gym down the street) about to open. There's one more that I'm not remembering right now...

I had 35 minutes to kill before my appointment so I walked in a few of these stores. Nobody acknowledged my existence. I may have been a little shlumpy looking today but I got my new haircut, good glasses, cute shoes, so I couldn't have looked that "poor" but seriously, how hard is it to mutter a one syllable "hi"? And if I wanted to be really petty (which I sort of do), hey Intermix staff, you may be only 18 but that's no excuse for not fixing your horrific acne. Yeah I said it. Uggos have no right to be snots to potential customers.

So I was feeling pretty shitty about myself pretty quickly. I'm clearly not fashionable enough or rich looking enough for the sales people to say hi or ask if I need help. One store, BCBG, said hi very friendly though. They asked me what I was looking for, why I was there (??), then said...

"We have other sizes in the back of the store."

What other sizes? The FPS? Fat People Sizes? Does being a size 4 dress and 8 jeans now qualify me as needing FPS? I thought those were pretty average sizes. Fucking hell man. Maybe I was feeling down so I took it as her saying I was porkin' but I couldn't imagine any other reason for her to tell me she has other sizes in the dark corners of the end of the store.

And then I waited 40 minutes for a southbound Damen bus, where I was whistled at TWICE by men in cars. I also was waiting with a 40-something woman who thought she was really trendy who had...a reverse rat tail. You heard me. Try and figure that one out.


Bucktown, you are dead to me.