poprock wrote:Internet shopping is not good at replicating that browsing experience. Flicking through vinyl in a record shop. Looking inside magazines before you pick which one to buy. It’s pretty clear we all recognise that.
What’s hit home for me during lockdown is that it’s hard to get a sense of build quality or materials online. When you buy a piece of furniture you still want to see it in person. Touch it, see what the texture feels like, whether it feels solid, all that sort of thing. Same for a TV – cheap plastic looks the same as nice solid stuff in a photo on a web shop.
SpaceGazelle wrote:I have to say, most women I know don't give a flying fuck about over ordering clothes and then sending 80% back. I'm amazed it's a sustainable model.
b0r1s wrote:Agree with all of these (except grumpy Gav) but also to Davy’s last point about instant gratification, I think about things like TV shows. I love recommendations and personalisation but there is something about that collective watching of a show with most everyone you know watching it. Now it’s more have you seen so and so and my reply is no but I’ll add it to the pile.
b0r1s wrote:I’ve been going over a lot of old TV and it more becomes background stuff while I’m playing Slay The Spire on the iPad if I’m honest.
mk64 wrote:opening the cd case to see artwork on the actual cd
poprock wrote:Internet shopping is not good at replicating that browsing experience. Flicking through vinyl in a record shop. Looking inside magazines before you pick which one to buy. It’s pretty clear we all recognise that. What’s hit home for me during lockdown is that it’s hard to get a sense of build quality or materials online. When you buy a piece of furniture you still want to see it in person. Touch it, see what the texture feels like, whether it feels solid, all that sort of thing. Same for a TV – cheap plastic looks the same as nice solid stuff in a photo on a web shop.
The Daddy wrote:And remembering to take it out again.
The Daddy wrote:Fun (?) story. When we first got cable (NTL) I was 16. Obviously the Freeview was very important to me at that time, but only a rare watch. One lucky evening they announced the whole night on Playboy would be free. Woo! So, armed with a fresh vhs I stayed up late to “watch a film”. Following the Freeview though they asked for a PIN. They did reiterate it was free. But they wanted the PIN. Shit. Fuck it, I entered the PIN, recorded a night of PBTV, job done.
Was pretty disappointing really.
Then a month went by and all of a sudden, my full name was called out by my mum in THAT VOICE. You know the one.
Fuck.
...yeah?
What’s this Playboy Pay Per View on the cable bill?
Fuck!
“....erm...”
Then, Dad comes in:”What?! How much did that cost?”
Mum:”Er, it says it didn’t cost anything.”
Dad: “Oh, well that’s fine then...”
What a guy.
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