Essentially, that's why we stopped doing that. And that answers The Washington Post's question: Why aren't we running out to Macy's et al.?
I haven't shopped since 20o3.
That's when my business collapsed, my nest egg had evaporated the year before, and I tilted toward Meltdownville.
When I need something now, be it a pound of coffee or a winter jacket, I figure out the lowest-cost place to make the purchase. There's no "experience." There's no feeling better about anything. Joy? Not when I am separating myself from my money. There's only a necessary financial transaction that has to be made.
Will this change? Probably not in my lifetime. I feel so foolish for being a brandname player for years. I was compelled to live in the right zip code, shop in the right stores where professional women could never select the wrong outfit, and treat others to dine in the right restaurants.
Now, to quote Rhett Butler, I don't give a damn. My little life is debt-free. My business is doing quite well. I have caring blue-collar friends. And, finally after decades of self-hate, I like myself.
Also, hey, Macy's charges too much.