Subscription boxes. They promise convenience, they promise discovery. What you get is… a box. A mystery box! You’re paying for a surprise, essentially. ‘Curated just for you!’ they say. Curated? By who? A bunch of people in a warehouse throwing random items into a box? And half the time, it’s stuff you didn’t even know you *didn’t* want. ‘Oh, a tiny candle that smells like a wet dog, and a pair of socks with avocados on them. Exactly what I needed!’ It’s like Christmas, but you paid for all your own presents, and half of them are junk. The only surprise is how much money you wasted.
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