Primark
Oh, Primark, you unholy cathedral to all that is high-street-consumerism. Knocking out billions on billions of garments with little or no care to how long they last, or how much the sweatshop workers were paid to make them. Oh, Primark, you are huge and ugly.
In my first year of uni, I loved Primark. Of course I did. I'd come from a small town where there was NOWHERE to buy clothing. Like, nowhere; you had to get a bus for 45 minutes to go and buy clothes. So, imagine my excitement when I realised Primark was right there, and I could buy a whole wardrobe for a thrupenny bit! Duly, in first year, and most of second year, I bought and wore a lot of Primark. But then I realised that I usually only wore said items once or twice, either through it falling apart, or through me recognising it for the impulse buy that it was. And so I fell a little out of love.
Primark is great if you want to buy into a trend, because you'll spend £12 on an outfit, which will be easier to swallow once it goes out of fashion. Imagine if you'd spent £75 on Toppy's sequinned dresses, you'd be kicking yourself now.
Things Primark is always good for are tights (£2/3 pairs), knickers (£2/pair) and the odd find, such as my recent discovery of a near-perfect Stella MacCartney rip-off for £12.
Of course, while chain stores have a uniform appearance, there is always a difference in branches. Here's a few tips for Manchester Primark:
don't come here on a weekend unless you actively enjoy picking your way through hundreds of discarded garments, and rifling through racks bereft of all sizes but 8 and 18. - Come on a weekday. Yes, yes, I hear you, you work a 9-5. Well, Primark is open til 8. Weekday evenings are muuuuch more tranquil than the weekends.
- Unless you're trying on a bra, or a body-con dress that demands fullstripping and wrestling with clothing, try the clothes on on the shop floor, over/under your trousers/skirt. Make sure you take a willing friend to hold your bag, coat and any other discarded items. For cardis and whatnot, it's simple. For skirts, there is a small danger of knicker-flash. That is what your willing friend is for: human shield! Seriously, though, you don't want to be spending your life in the changing room queue, but you don't want to risk...
- The exchange/refund queue. It is frickin huge. Like a slow-moving conga line of dissatisfied people who didn't try the clothes on, or who've been given Primani gifts that they hate. This queue moves slower than a slug in a sack race.
- Always, always check the size label ON THE ITEM. The size label on the hanger is almost always wrong. So if you're buying something that you don't need to try on, a basic tshirt or a pair of jimjam bums or the like, check the ACTUAL size label IN the clothing or you'll get home and realise you've bought jimjam bums two sizes too small, forget to take them back and end up giving them to your skinny mate. And that will hurt in so many ways.
To touch on the ethical issue, I am going to be a bit...inflammatory and say that yes, sweatshops are horrendous. Yes, I hate the idea of a bunch of badly-paid children making clothes. But the reality is that the whole high street uses these methods (with exceptions, obvio). So I will walk round in my Stella Mac rip-off feeling slightly dirty, and if you want to approach me wearing nought but People Tree and tights you knitted yourself, and lecture me, fine. But what I will not stand for, is someone in Toppy's only ethical tshirt banging on about the ethics of Primani, when Toppy are just as bad. Rant over.
So, yeah, Primark. Hmmmm. Quite. read more