is like a bunch of bratty teenagers. Every time (every TIME!) we're really getting rolling, a bunch of people are up to speed, we're about the launch off on a bunch of paper-completing experiments...
it's like a beaver dam where little leaks start springing everywhere and everyone has to drop what they are doing and run around trying to stick their fingers in the holes.
And by the time we get it figured out (>$5K later), all the momentum is lost and it is like starting over. Then, the cycle begins again.
Okay, Sephora. For the third time you have censored my review of this "Pore-Fector Gadget."I thought a facial sonicator sounded pretty awesome, and I tried it out. It was not awesome. It was lame. It hardly did anything except lyse some of the cells on my nose where I tried to push out a stubborn blackhead and sonic-burned myself. Since the thing does not come with any warnings about something like that happening, I posted a review sharing my experience so other people would know to be careful. Sephora initially let it go up, but then later I saw it had been taken down. So I posted it again, and again: up but subsequently down. Third time? Not even made it past the moderator.Plenty of other negative reviews are up there, so I think they just didn't like my injury story because of the liability concerns. Well, maybe then you should stop selling the product or at least get a warning put on the packaging.
Sephora, you are silencing my voice of reason!
Oh Mr. Jacobs. How I have loved your bags, since I was but a wee college student (and I was tiny, even with the freshman 15 I never topped 120 lbs). Ever since I saw the picture of Sofia Coppola wearing a long coat and holding her hot-ass red namesake bag in the overflowing ads of Vogue magazine twelve (damn, twelve damn) years ago... Freshwomen, at least those from the ranks of the middle class in the perfect demographic to miss out on substantial financial aid while remaining without parents that can cover teh college, cannot afford them, alas. And so I dreamed and dreamed of the day when I would be able to afford to buy a Marc Jacobs Sofia handbag without using a credit card and making myself barf from the sheer depravity of unaffordable wrongitude of it all.
And now, now that the day has finally come, when I could use my 25% of my paycheck that is mine and mine alone (separate from the 75% that goes into the joint living expenses account) to buy WHATEVER I WANTED no matter how frivolous it is...
NOW you no longer sell the bag I have dreamt of for all these years. The only way I can get one is to buy some potentially shady one off of Ebay. This is so bogus!! SO FRICKING BOGUS I TELL YOU.
If anyone out there has a line to Mr. Jacobs, and can ask him ever so nicely to please, please make me one, or find me one, now that I am a real live grown up and I can rock the fashionable handbag amongst the professoriate. PLEEEEEEAASE????
I should have just used my credit card a long time ago. /cry