One of the myriad benefits of working in advertising aside from long hours and minimal pay is the inordinate amount of time you’re allowed to waste collecting detritus from cyberspace. I swear, if my boss were to walk into my cube while I was viewing a clip of girl on girl on—Christ, I don’t know—tiger sex, he’d probably just ask me to send him the link. The point is, every day I fill my head with pointless ephemera, most of which is forgotten by the time I’m popping a frozen pizza in the oven for dinner at (gasp!) 9pm. If you were to crack my head open with say, a One Show pencil, the photo above is indicative of what you'd likely find alongside scores of useless baseball statistics and faded memories. Apparently, back in the 60's, it was more than a few people's dream that one day we all don identical, unisex jumpsuits to free our wrecked minds from the chore of having to cultivate our own style. Versace even conceded that this would not necessarily be a bad thing, saying, "Modern people want to wear uniforms. You don't have to take time to select, to choose." Just imagine how nimble our minds could be without the spector of our hideous wardrobes constantly looming. It'd be amazing! For now, I guess I'll just keep wearing the same three pairs of variously stained jeans and t-shirts to the office. It beats wearing a suit, that's for sure.
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