Dude, I spend too much time in dressing rooms. This is probably the only time I participate in the selfie phenomenon.
On a related note I found a website which caters to all kinds of materialistic time-wasting. You get to build collections of stuff you want, as well as stuff you already have. It’s a resource I will use the next time someone asks me what I want for my birthday.
~Most peoples’ taste level aint at my waist level~
I remember reading an article about sneaker heads in the bay area. I was a part of the sneaker head thing during high school. Shit I still take an old toothbrush to some of my kicks. I could never go as far as some people with it though. One morning I saw a kid from my grade walking to our school with plastic bags around his new J’s to protect them from the rain. I mean, why wear them at all? The article came around to say that the motivation behind sneaker collection, or really any collection is our fear of death. We want to outsmart death. We think if our shoes are perfect, or our cars and homes are spotless we’ll be able to put off dying. It isn’t about being fresh or rich or unique. I would take it a step further and say that any obsession, not just collection, is at it’s root about our obsession with living and our abhorrence of death.