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Did You Read That Times Piece on Dressing for ‘the Club’? We Thought It Was a Little Off the Mark
In today’s Times Style section, there is a piece titled “Dress Codes in New York Clubs: Will This Get Me In?” The author attempts to reveal the sartorial secrets for getting in to New York City’s most exclusive nightclubs. Apparently, to get into all the hip NYC spots like The Mulberry Project and Provacateur, all you have to do is wear tight jeans, 5-inch heels and forgo stripes.
Here are the most hilarious quotes author and his interviewees’ (NYC club owners) advice for what will “get you in”:






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Anonymous Retail Rant: Don’t Leave Your (Used) Feminine Items in the Dressing Rooms, and Other Rules to Shop By
After a year of working as a sales associate at a well-known, fast fashion chain in downtown New York, I’ve had my fair share of good and bad customers. A good, appreciative, understanding customer can make even the most stressful, cramped, miserable days of retail (which, let’s face it, are many and close between) feel like a stroll through a well aerated, uncrowded, naturally lit park. Well, almost.
I’ve had ladies shriek with delight when I’ve handed them the store’s last pair of suspender tights that Rihanna wore. Or the flag-print hotpants Rihanna wore. Or anything Rihanna wore. Many customers have specifically requested my name following our interaction, so as to tell my higher-ups how helpful they found me (though sadly, I do not work on commission). One customer literally jumped up and down hugging me when I returned from an arduous journey to the stock room and back with last season’s faded pink skinny jeans that were no longer on the sales floor. “I hope you’re here next time I come,” she squealed, “I’m going to ask for you!” To which I replied, “For my sake, let’s hope I’m not.”
So what, you ask, has caused this level of embitterment?
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