Une femme is as susceptible to mass fashion hysteria as the next gal, but there are some items generally regarded as Fashion Holy Grail that I just. do. not. get.
Take, for example, Birkin bags. Yes, they're handmade, they're exquisite, they're next to impossible to get, the workmanship is unparalleled, yada yada yada. So why do women insist on carrying them gaping open and straps askew, conjuring the image of a slack-jawed old man in a stained undershirt with belt undone snoring away in his recliner? I mean, if this is handbag royalty, is there some sort of über status in carrying it like a peasant toting turnips? If you're spending a few month's mortgage payment on your arm candy, why not show it off to its best advantage? Or is the bag actually so inconvenient to get into and re-close that the owners have just given up? If so, is it really such a fabulous bag?