Happy Fathers Day to my endlessly chill dad who came to all my swim meets even though I was super bad, every piano recital even though he only likes alt-rock™️, tells me to do what I love, and brings power tools to hang my shelves and artwork in every shitty apartment with plaster and masonry walls I’ve moved into...he’s the best!
PSA! I try very hard to purchase only secondhand clothing and, on occasion, nice/ethically made garments. Yet, I am but human and, in my weaker moments, have impulse-purchased fast fashion from Instagram ads. Has this ever brought me anything but fleeting happiness? Never. In the case of Jaskini, I have been embroiled in a bitter and frankly confusing email battle in an attempt to receive a refund as a direct result of their misleading marketing tactics and fraudulent business practices. Additionally I have filed a dispute with my credit card company, reported Jaskini to their host website Shopify.com, added them to the better business bureau database (so that I could leave a poor review on their bbb page), and filed an official complaint with the FTC.
All this work is unheroically fueled from my feeling a great deal of shame for purchasing fast fashion and getting my dumbass duped. As I await their uneventual demise, here you can see some of Jaskini’s various iterations which I have been obsessively tracking. (If you’ve listened to the @replyall episode about free watches, I suspect the same scam.) Unsurprisingly, I have also found that all the customer reviews are fake and more and more of these websites are generated (and scrapped) weekly, if not daily. Funnily, I have not yet received my order which I placed back in April, but other real customers of whatever Jaskini who did eventually receive their items reported extremely terrible quality, no doubt in part because these clothes are made to order in terrible and exploitative working conditions. So while I’ve been a fussy privileged justice baby brat about a refund, someone may have been literally sewing my order for me, which is extremely fucked and adds to my shame and rage. Don’t make the same mistake I did! Stand up to fast fashion—it’s never worth it!
Hello! Photo dump from my first day at Taleamor Park artist residency! Here I am in my jumbo deluxe bedroom in a restored 1854 brick farmhouse where I’m living with another poet, a novelist, and a photographer for the next 2 weeks! The rest is lots of trees and 375 acres of beautiful green, so if that’s your thing start swipin! ➡️🌳