I've been in a feminine type of mood lately, so I've been trying to buy a few skirts and pretty shirts I can wear now that it's spring time and merely freezing cold and tumultuously windy in beautiful San Francisco.
As I don't see myself ever making the type of income where I can cheerfully drop $200-$600 on a single article of clothing, and because I often suffer from the dreaded "walk into a store and hate everything in season, walk back out and resent the 5 minutes of my life I'll never get back" syndrome, I have turned to that great flea market to us all, eBay.
eBay is fascinating in that it's one of the few sites on the net that never really changed. If you want to see what ugly personal websites looked like in 1995, you can find them a-plenty on eBay.
Unfortunately this also means that those hideous habits that you saw when the internet was new and shiny are also still in abundance. "L@@K STUNNING GORGOUS CLOTHING COVRD IN SEQUENCE IN ALL CAPS *WHISTLES*" titles abound, making me wish for that ability to call down a rain of white hot meteor fire from the heavens upon the auctioneer to cleanse the earth.
Also, having sold something on eBay once, I can tell you there's a character limit to what you can put in that little blurb about your item. I have no idea how people have found room to put their entire horrible life stories in there, but there you have them, "cheating husband" auctions where all items are going to support a woman and her autistic children because she was just left with no child support by her husband who ran off with another woman, or "support my handicapped spouse and children" auctions by a woman who needs to care for her crippled and bedridden family 24 hours a day. I don't know how you fit those stories in there folks, but now I feel terrible, simply terrible that your item is not in my size.