Ask just about any red-blooded American woman about Target, and just the mere mention of, like, one syllable of Target, or simply, 'Jay, spins most laydayze into a frenzy usually (thought stereotypically) associated with weddings (you know, because me and Mary-Kate over here are SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO just like Anne Hathaway and Kate Hudson over our engagements -- BTW, MK is engaged!), kitties (... okay, guilty!), or bowls full of comfort food (EXTREMELY guilty).
Now we here at the Binge fucking LOVE us some Bullseye (the store, not the sauce, to which we're pretty much indifferent if not completely revolted by) and post about it so much that I cannot FUCKING BELIEVE we're not on some sort of commission schedule. But there is ONE exception to the rule, and that is the Target at the Atlantic Center in downtown Brooklyn. That Target is an absolute horrid shitstorm, and Fucked In Park Slope blog knows it/ proves it/ owns it. I mean, the sad, barren shelves alone. Weep!
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