I read a little contemporary short story the other day about a girl who meets a leprechaun and convinces him to come spend his money with her at the market. Unlike Mr Disney the writer wasn’t very distinct with his ‘moral of the story’ but I detected in his tone a distinct and, I’m afraid to say, clichéd cynicism towards the capitalist grasp on modern life. Now don’t get me wrong, I can be partial to the odd bit of consumerism bashing myself and, while were on the subject, I generally subscribe to the notion that democracy is an illusion and society is doomed. But I don’t let it get me down. This guy though…well this guy just irked me the way he took the whole silly-little-girls-who-buy-silly-little-things line. Ugh. Why does this bother me so much? Probably ‘cause it might be a wee bit true. Just look at all the lovelies I found on Etsy this week!