How can this happen. How can. This happen.

Received mail-ordered clothes that did not fit me, or conceivably any human being. (I could not draw a picture of a woman with proportions that would be appropriate to this clothing. Not and make it look human.) Had a total breakdown. I swear there was a time when I could buy nice things from Old Navy. I can't even blame this on the cotton commodity price problems; the fabric was poor quality, but the real problem was cut.

Sometimes, I think I am too rarified for the world and should be better able to handle aesthetic violence. (For instance, I just called it aesthetic violence.) On the other hand, god damn it. Why are we mass-producing things that are atrocious? It only takes one person to do a good job, and then you can copy it a million times. It's like everyone is afraid if we make something beautiful, much of the country will think it is too nice and won't feel comfortable using it, whatever the low price. And maybe they are right?

Hell, I don't know. I don't know anything about people.