It is no news to my friends that I don't do brand names.
I would if they paid me to be an advertising billboard, but why should I sell my body to someone like Nike? After all Nike pays Federer a fortune. I wouldn't charge as much as he does, of course, because I'm not on international television regularly.
Those who would see me with the brand would be limited to a few people in a few places. Perhaps we could work out a deal, one Euro per person I pass.
I've always thought that wearing brands says, "Hey, I'm dumb, I want to impress people that I have the latest, expensive thing. I think that makes me better than you."
Sometimes the thing that I like does have a brand name and then I either remove the brand name or hide it in some ways.
Yes, yes, I know--I'm a cranky old woman, or COW for short.
We amused ourselves in an Amsterdam restaurant with a beer coaster marked "Brand"...I did put my glass on it not sure if I was using it or hiding it.
However, it didn't matter
The chicken satay was so good we forgot about branding.
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