Rent-a-Chest

Yesterday was Election Day and I was thinking about how rarely I take a firm stand on political issues.  This is because I'm indecisive, meek, easily swayed and ill-informed.  (Oh, and afraid that someone might yell at me).  But, like Dr. Peter Venkman in Ghostbusters who had a rule (or more of a guideline) never to get involved with possessed people:

A Guideline, Not a Rule!

there is one issue about which, I too, have an inviolable rule.

Okay, maybe it's more of a guideline.

I won't buy an article of clothing with the name of the manufacturer - designers like Calvin Klein, Liz Claiborne, Juicy Couture, or Guess - splashed across the chest .  It seems counter-intuitive for me to to pay  a multi-billion dollar conglomerate to serve as their advertising vehicle.  Shouldn't Cal or Liz be paying me?

Cause there's a lot of real estate "up there" and I could conceivably become very wealthy in this way.

Interested?  Inquire within.  Or "up there."