QVC Ladies

For every gaudy shirt, bangle earring, giant hairbrush, or shitty blender, there is a fabulous woman with three layers of foundation to sell it.

I turn on QVC for assurance that even amidst all the mess, some people can get it together. As I get lulled into their streams of endlessly positive banter, I start to nod in silent agreement. “That floral top probably does flatter every body shape.” “Maybe an off-the-shoulder fleece mumu is the perfect thing heading into the holidays.”

I don’t know what they get paid, but it should definitely be more. If I could do any job as well as the women and gay men on QVC, perhaps my low-to-mid level professional anxiety would be replaced by a quiet knowing that I do, in fact, have it all under control.

I know they all arrive home and likely lament parts of their workdays like all of us. But under the lights, in front of the cameras, they remind me of the power of belief. This next item really is special.