I wonder how the workers at the Society of Saint Vincent de Paul stores feel about agnostic hipsters who shop at their stores a few times a week not because they are poor or needy but because they want good, cheap clothes? Is there somebody else who desperatly needed those pinstripe pants and pinstripe shirt? A woman who will freeze to death becaues I bought the last fur-fringed coat? Men who will go pantsless because of my act of fashion?

No. The money I pay will go to help the needy; I get to dress better then I would on a student's salery; everybody is happy. Why, then, do I say this? Because it demonstrates exactly how banal my thoughts are getting. Also, it is good to brag: it is a very nice suit. There is also a shiny silver shirt.