Disclaimer: if you shop, and like to shop, and can afford to shop at this store, and happen to be of GenX age, by all means, all the power to you. I am describing an experience I had personally and mean no offense to any snowflakes. Proceed with caution. Trolls, negativity, insults or attacks will be deleted and blocked.
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Two weeks ago I ventured into a Victoria’s Secret for the first time in at least 25 years.
The store I visited in my youth was in Atlantic City (a mini adult playground with gambling and outlet shopping opportunities similar to Las Vegas but on a much smaller scale). I was a 22-ish year old flight attendant and working a charter which meant we got to layover while our passengers gambled and shopped for the day. Then we flew them back home.
So us flight attendants saw a Victoria’s Secret outlet store and we went in to poke around a bit. I bought a tiny little cream-coloured “babydoll” thingy (is that what they’re called? Don’t ask me, I don’t usually wear that stuff…) It was really expensive even at the outlet store for someone who had rent, car payments, student loans and a crappy paying job, but it was so cute! And soft! And… romantic-looking (I didn’t have a boyfriend at the time).
I was smitten. I felt like an adult. A naughty adult.
Closest image I could find that matched what I bought looked similar to this. Remember, I was young and naive…and not slutty. 😶
Can’t remember if I ever wore it, but all the other girls picked something out and so I did too. 🙂
My current experience at Victoria’s Secret a couple of weeks ago, as a ‘woman of a certain age’ (ha), was a little different. Although the items on display may be arresting in their own way for people who can figure out how to wear these contraptions, I wasn’t particularly drawn to them. They may look good on the dummies, but on normal people? People who’ve had babies and are, you know, not 22?
I wandered in anyway and tried to mingle with the very young, heavily made up, expensively clad female clientele (and a few guys, some of whom didn’t look out of place in there at all).
First impression? The music was loud and annoying.
The lighting in that store was all weird as well. Perhaps they thought it was supposed to create some sort of a sexy ambiance, but I felt neither sexy not enticed; quite the opposite, actually. The light was boudoir-ish, and not in a high-end, classy way. (Is there such a thing as a high-end, classy boudoir? You tell me…)
I went to the panties display case that had a 3 for 18 sign on top. It was supposed to be a sale. They were all thongs.
I went to another bin and looked at other undies. As I explored I marveled at the price tag of each. The less material there was, the higher priced the item.
I did like some of the other items in there, like some of the bra and undies sets, or some of the lingerie-sleepware, but the prices make it impossible for someone like me to even consider such purchases. Someone who has a mortgage, cars, and kids in rep sports is perhaps not as preoccupied about such things as she may want to be…
I mean, I do writing and dog walking as a side business, but that’s not an income that’s going to sustain an expensive lingerie hobby…
(I don’t have an expensive lingerie hobby…) 🙃
The weirdest thing about that experience was that I somehow ended up in another store while wandering around the Victoria’s Secret. The light changed from red undertones to bright neon pink, and the sizes got smaller. When I exited through those doors, I looked up at the store sign and it said PINK.
I think they serve teenage girls.
Am I missing something? Are these two stores joined?
Bottom line: I think I can quite happily continue to live my life without Victoria’s Secret. And I probably won’t be venturing in there any time soon again.
Or will I… ?
Happy Monday evening! See you in the comments.