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I've just seen Confessions of a Shopaholic. The movie. Pirated version. Cam. Pfu. You want a spoiler? They will end up together. Of course they will, that's part of the American-Western European dream, that "love conquers all" and "without you I am nothing at all" and so on. But this time, the girl who gave up her dream-job to prove that she's not that into fashion (God, you'll never gonna watch the movie after this, will you? Don't worry, it's like you've seen it already) and got an auction together with her Shopaholic Anonymous friends to sell her clothes, of course - will get the man of her dreams, who, by the way, I'm not sure why left in the first place, but anyway... At the last shot of the film she gives a wink to the seductively waiting mannequin wearing the charming little fashion-item, I have no idea which one it was this time. Cos after all, that is the only logical conclusion by which this movie could end. What other thing could its message be? You need to find love to survive your depression which makes the world look gray so that only a newly bought green scarf could bring its color back, but you can't give up shopping, because you live in the 21st century in a society where desires are made in the best possible improvement of Technicolor, and for the sole purpose of selling stuff with them.

So if you could accept that Love is enough to make you happy, who would be there to buy all those things by which we live producing? But the fact that you need to have the pink ribbon tied to the "the end"-sequence, shows that the propaganda is working - after all, what is love in real life, if there is anything like that? Two people's decision that being together is better than being alone. The rest is mystification, mythology, as we say it: mese habbal :P