The Beacon's Closet experience is a lot like entering one of those Jersey Shore traveling fairs. When you first show up all the lights and colors and music can be distracting and a little exciting. But about a half hour into your visit, you've spent all your money on cr@p, you feel a little sick and any remaining joy is destroyed by the faint smell of B.O. permeating the armpits of surrounding garments. My advice - you can find the same caliber of clothing on the sale r@ck at Forever 21 - only it's new - and costs about a tenth the price of it's doppelganger jammed onto an overcrowded r@ck at Beacon's Closet. Besides the fact that the service is lame, the clothing barely rivals the selection at your neighborhood Salvation Army (which happens to be my preferred venue) - Beacon's Closet also manages in its spare time to function as a microcosm of all that is wrong with Williamsburg. Scamming people for their old clothes then marking them up to sell to trust fund babies who are trying to pass is the antithesis of a "Thrift" store. Let's just call a spade a spade folks: If you want to visit a thrift store, look up the Salvation Army, if you want to simultaneously bl0w your trust fund while fooling all your friends that you're slummin - then go buy my target sweater from 2003 currently hanging on the red r@ck, with the tags ripped off, and pay twice as much for it as I did.
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