That pretty much takes the cake

What the hell is the world coming to? Today I innocently go out to get my mail, and what do I discover? Pottery Barn Teen. Now, I love Pottery Barn as much as the next economically challenged girl who can't buy anything there but lusts after a certain leather chair, but who the fuck can afford to spend that kind of money on a teenager? And who wants to? For instance, what teen's world is complete without the $399 iChair? Seriously, people, if you don't know what else to do with your money, give it to me. In my day, you got hand-me-down furniture from a garage sale. And you liked it. You liked it so much, you took it with you to furnish your first apartment. And your second. I do not want to meet the kids who get this shit. Or their parents, for that matter.