the good tjmaxx

just about every town has two tjmaxxes: the clean big one and the messy small one. and one is always in the kind of rich-ish fashiony part of town, and is always picked over, and one is in the kind of declassé part of town and therefore still has good stuff. the first categorization doesn't consistently correspond with the other. but what all tjmaxxes have in common is the pernicious presence of willi smith, the greatest lie perpetrated on american women. willi smith is tjmaxx's crappy house brand, not a designer as they would like to have people believe. i always feel betrayed when i pick something up and it has the wicked treacherous label in it.