Last week’s discussion was about cultural phenomena that everyone loves but you (and some of our other readers–Seinfeld-haters, unite!), and in the comments, reader Endora mentioned her loathing of the ubiquitous cheap ballpoint pen. I agree. Crappy pens make me annnnnngrrrrrry. I love a nice gel-ink roller ball. I’m not going to drop mega-buxx on a fancy pen from Levenger, but I’m not going to buy ten-for-a-dollar Bics, either. A dork must have her standards. A number of mine can be found in my liquor cabinet. I’ve found there are significant differences in quality between “shelf” booze (esp. whiskey, tequila, and rum), and the stuff that’s a bit more expensive.
However, I am a thrifty, thrifty dinosaur, and I know that cost does not always equal quality. I have strong–mostly negative–opinions about “luxury” goods. For example, I refuse to believe that any pair of jeans needs to cost more than, say, 75 bucks, and I have repeatedly found that super-high thread count, Egyptian-cotton sheets are less comfortable, and far less durable than the low-end Martha Stewart Everyday set I bought in 1997 for $30. And dude, I LOVE bedclothes and sleeping and comfort. But I have been seriously disappointed with “fancy” sheets. And my disdain for Moleskines (why?) already came up.
So, for this week’s FFT, sound off on where you save your money (generic crisp rice cereal? off-brand sunblock?) and where you splurge (Face cream made from ground-up French unicorns? Good booze, like me?).