Cynic’s Guide to De-influencing

Okay, let’s try that de-influencing trend.

No, don’t buy that dress.

You only think it looks good because you’ve conditioned yourself to think that anything on a skinny lass with 1M followers, 2 hours of make-up and 17 filters looks good.

If you wear it, you’ll spend all night faffing with it and adjusting it, permanently worried that you’ll accidentally flash someone out of pure discomfort, even if no one else is physically in the room at the time.

You also do not go to enough fancy functions, nor are you having enough worthwhile and enjoyable sex, to justify owning it. Yes, I’m looking at you everyone who somehow knows how to pronounce “Mugler” without looking it up.

You’ll want to send it back, but never get around to it, and just feel guilty. But since most returned clothing is sent to landfill because it’s simply easier and cheaper than repackaging it, the effect will be the same anyway.

I know it’s only £8.99, but the reason it’s £8.99 is that it’s produced in such conditions that buying it means you’ll be about 0.45% responsible for the permanent mutilation of a Malaysian child. The waste effluent from the dying process won’t have killed many fish, but that’s because they were dead already from the last century of us doing this.

You’ll be, like, “what is this de-influencing thing?!”, look it up, find articles from galaxy brains saying it’s just the same as influencing. But that’s because there’s no ethical consumption under capitalism, only man-made horrors beyond your comprehension.

Just buy the thing anyway. Those children weren’t really using those fingers, were they.

Go on, derp away...