I was sitting on a bench waiting for someone, headphones on, riffling through my Marc Jacobs bag, when I noticed the lady beside me was talking to me. I took out my headphones, and apparently she was joking around saying that I should switch her bags, she liked mine better. She was holding a worn-out, no-name, pink wicker beach bag. I tried not to make my shudder of disgust obvious as I said "I would not trade this gorgeous bag for that, this is a Marc Jacobs." She said "A what?" She did not know what a Marc Jacobs bag, or a Marc Jacobs anything was for that matter. Nor did she know that he was actually a person! Not to mention a world famous designer .
You would think Marc Jacobs was a household name, like Marilyn Monroe, or Paris Hilton! I was practically offended that she did not know who Marc Jacobs was! I spend the next 10 minutes of waiting trying to get this lady to understand his significance. Showing her the details of my flawless bag, while explaining Marc's struggles with drugs and the fashion world. I swear it was 10 minutes wasted, she just did not get it! By the time my friend arrived I was frustrated and exhausted. I did not understand her even more than she did not understand me!
Walking with my friend who totally understands me I could not get it. How is someone, especially a woman, not interested in fashion?! I thought EVERYONE loved fashion. I realized that some people are not interested, let alone even know fashion exists. At first I was devastated that everyone may not appreciate my Marc Jacobs bag as much as I do. But knowing that made me realize that it just makes my bag extra special. Only a certain group can understand and appreciate my love for my bag, and when I see them in everyday life, noticing my bag, I know they are part of that group. I then acknowledge their designer handbag, smile and keep on going. It feels great knowing our group is exclusive.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
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