EVENING NIGHTCAP: Hey SJP...What's Your Point? Satan's Workshop Is At It Again.

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► During an appearance on the Call Her Daddy podcast, My Little Pony (Govt Name: Sarah Jessica Parker) said when she was a struggling actress in-between her gig on the 1983 TV show Square Pegs and the 4 movies she was cast in around that time, she had to learn to live "judiciously". SJP said that back in 1983 she only spent $40 every 3 days on herself. That is the equivalent of $132 in today's dollars (or $264 a week). Again, that's spending on herself. She didn't define what "spending on herself" included. During the interview she neighed, "There’s security in financial gain”. Well duh, no shit Sherlock.  Read More 

Sarah Jessica Parker, 2022. Photo: WKYC.com

Comment:  I don't know what the point was in her sharing that story on the podcast. Me thinks it was an attempt to be relatable to us plebs who are struggling to make ends meet in this shitty economy courtesy of the Felon in Chief and greedy companies. Or was she telling people to live within their means? Who the hell knows.  I don't spend $264 a week on frivolous stuff for myself.  Maybe $264 in an entire month but not every week. My paycheck goes to pay for essentials like keeping a roof over my head, utilities, groceries, and gas for my car. What I have left at the end of the month goes toward saving for an emergency and the occasional take-out of Lo Mein noodles with a side of spring rolls ($18.00) from my local Chinese restaurant. 

 

► Satan's Workshop (Govt Name: Crocs) is teaming up with Krispy Kreme to create a line of donut inspired shoes. Crocs are the Branson, Missouri of footwear.  According to a Satan spokeho with the company, the line has been under development for over a year. Wait a sec: it took them over a year to come up with this shit? Gimme a glue gun and I can do it in 5 minutes. Anyhoo, the limited edition hoofwear features the Krispy Kreme logo, the famous "Hot Donuts Now" sign, sprinkles, and a melted chocolate turd on a Croc painted in the color of a glazed donut. This fashion statement will set you back $90. They go on sale August 6. Read More 

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Limited edition Krispy Kreme Crocs. Photo: WWD

Comment: About 15 years ago Crocs found itself in financial trouble and circling the drain.  In a hail-Mary pass to save themselves, they started collaborating with other companies and groveling for celebrity endorsements. This caught the attention of Gen Z who made them cool again. Why couldn't Gen Z have made acid wash jeans or big hair cool again instead? Damn kids. Anyway, Satan's workshop started cranking out Crocs in even more hideous designs. There's Crocs Haribo, Crocs McDonald's, Crocs Duolingo, Crocs Busch Light Beer, Crocs Bad Bunny, Crocs Post Malone, Crocs SZA...you get the idea. They've taken product whoring to new levels. I have to tip my hat at their shameless no-fucks-given pursuit of capitalism. BTW, I'd like to see their CEO at a Coldplay concert wearing Krispy Kreme Crocs. Instant regret is what I predict would happen.  

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