I’m obsessed with the Bath & Body Works subreddit because there’s only three types of posts and it’s:
1.) Women in their fifties having the epiphany that capitalism and/or marketing is evil, but like. They don’t realize that that’s how capitalism and marketing as a whole are designed to work; they think that this is a unique type of evil that Bath & Body Works has invented. They’ll be like, “It’s sick and twisted that they just keep releasing new products that are inferior quality versions of their old products with a different label and then making them seasonal items so that people feel pressured to buy them before they can really think about it because they’re worried they’ll miss out!!! This should be illegal!!!” You’re telling me, girl. You’re gonna be soooooo mad when you find out about. The whole world.
2.) Level 1-2 Hoarders in denial showing off their collections of hundreds of candles and body sprays and lotions and then frothing at the mouth in the comments section when people offer support resources for hoarding and shopping addictions.
3.) The world’s most iconic autistic women with a vintage Bath & Body Works special interest who don’t realize they’re autistic women with a vintage Bath & Body Works special interest trying to convince themselves that the lotion they thrifted from Goodwill that expired in 2002 isn’t rancid, it’s “macerated”.
Actually, making this rebloggable only to add that there’s a fourth type of post which is people posting pictures of horrifying fires that their candles caused and being like, “This is the sixth time my candle has almost cost me my home. What should I do? I am NOT going to get rid of it. It’s a discontinued scent,” and everybody being like, “Oh my god??? I LOVE that one, do NOT throw it away. Just get a candle warmer.”
woke up this morning, rolled over, and very confidently tried to blow out my alarm clock like a candle. absolutely no precedent for that.
Ebeneezer in 1742 wakes with a start as for some reason he has put out his guttering candle by slapping atop it ith the palm of his hand. His hand is burned and his nightgown and cap are spattered with hot wax.
Fascinated by the perceived necessity of an Equivalent Exchange
