Me, the anti-handbag woman? Why I miss this one passion
I own exactly one handbag. Sadly she hangs from my wardrobe and has not been executed for a long time. Actually, I only have them because I was once looked at in a job interview very, very obliquely, as I pulled my laptop from a dirty jute bag. Right: I did not get the job. So I went to get a laptop-compatible, smart bag and found what I wanted in a small boutique. 80 euros, I found that happig? After all, you could buy a few new sneakers for the money. "Fritzi of Prussia" was the beige suede part. I found that funny, I like to give names to objects. So I took Fritzi home. Lo and behold, the next job was mine, the Prussian had brought luck. Nevertheless, we never became really close friends.
Ironically, I once studied fashion journalism. Yes, you can really study that. One may therefore rightly assume that I am absolutely infatuated with things like cute handbags and glamorous shoes worth a small car. But I'm not. At that time I was more interested in things like costume history, sociology of fashion and the mutual conditioning of fashion, politics and society. (Breath.) Fashion is great, but not a life purpose for me. My former English lecturer saw it differently. One of her first teaching questions to me was (in english of course): If someone gave you 20,000 euros? which handbag would you buy? I saw her lips move, but the words made no sense in my head. Why should one buy a handbag with so much money? Even as a student? After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, someone took over the question and became enthusiastic about a strictly limited Birkin Bag. By the way, these things are being auctioned at auctions today for up to 200,000 euros. Totally stupid if you ask me.
Yes, even plastic bags!
I have tried in my life again and again to approach the topic of handbag. At 13, because it was suddenly uncool to go to school with the Eastpack, at the age of 19, when I started studying at the age of twenty, because I did not want the colleagues in the new company to find me at an angle. But in the end I always came back quickly to sports bags, rucksacks, gym bags and, yes, sometimes even plastic bags. I know, that's damn bad. From an optical and ecological point of view. I also know that I sometimes feel embarrassed about my girlfriends. In the evenings they wear such tiny little bags on a long gold chain, dotted with pearls, patchwork and 3D applications, in which even the mobile phone does not fit. I will never understand that. But make the friendship no less valuable.
In any case, my own shame about my backpack look is rarely greater than the pleasure of having two free hands and arms, the ability to spontaneously transport or shop things, and the lack of unilateral back pain that comes with overloaded handbags every time. Maybe I should say that I go almost everywhere by bike. Bike and handbag? that just can not be tolerated. At least not if you do not want to screw such a silly little basket on the bike, in which also fits the mini-handbag suitable mini-doggie.
Will I just be jerk-bashed right now?
The other day something but really unpleasant happened to me. On the way back from work, I wanted to quickly rummage through the local CLOSED store again. For fashion in general I have a sense then. The two sales assistants talked excitedly and so that they should hear about the last Berlin fashion week. I, however, ambled thoughtfully past them to the next SALE stand. "Oh my God, I really do not think so now!", One of the two spontaneously came out with a contrived snappers breathing and pointed with a disgruntled expression on my backpack. I, however, could not classify what was happening just behind my back. Was I seriously just basing back? In a shop where I was a customer, and of adult women? I left the shop in a dumbfounded position, tragically without leaving a proper counterattack. I was too confused that this feeling of being in the middle of the break was really over 30 again.
Fortunately, I was then taught a bit more in the Modesoziologie lecture than knowing the most expensive handbag models. For example, that people who define themselves and others solely by way of appearance abuse fashion as a protective cover. Protection for a probably very fragile interior. A pity? You can also have fun with her.
