The Birkin Bag

 Rich people have too much money. When you have enough spending cash to waste it on a purse- a bag! there is something wrong with society. 

A Birken bag just sold at auction for $10 million. The buyer of the bag remains incognito, which is sad because I want to know who would spend millions of dollars for a fucking bag. Nine bidders fought over the Hermes designed bag named after a model, Jane Birken. My, she must have been some woman to have a bag designed just for her and to have the elite go gaga for a fucking stupid bag.

I truly want to shame these people. 

I like art. I majored in art. I started painting and drawing when I came out of the womb of mom. My first masterpiece was stolen by my first grade teacher. I can sort of understand when a painting is sold for a boatload of money. There's history in that work of art. And yet... it's paint- on canvas- old paint, old canvas. Old. 

It's not about the painting. It's about the gloat. 

Muffy: "Have you seen our van Gogh, dahling? Isn't it dahling? It will go nicely with our collection of Gustav's, stolen by the Nazis. We just love them so."

Poppy: "It's exquisite, dear. Freddy is going to buy me another Banksy.  One cahn't have too many Banksys."

Percy III: "Banksy is so overrated. Vermeer is the way to go."

It's sickening. I normally don't begrudge people who have money who can buy lovely things to look at. It's great that beautiful things can be made, although the only place I'll see such wonders is in a museum. I don't care if people want to spend their money buying $2,000 comic books or $500 Funko pops. 

But a fucking purse! For ten million dollars!

A little perspective here. You could buy over one million 25 pound bags of flour for $10 million. 

You could buy over 750,000, 20 pound bags of rice for $10 million. 

So, the numbskull who bought that Birken, what do you think they'll do with it? I can't imagine they'd go shopping with it. It will sit in a closet and be shown to Fifi and Porsche and Piper until it is shoved aside for another trinket.

So, just in case the Birkin buyer happens upon my blog, let it be known, I find you despicable. I hope your bag finds its way to a Goodwill thrift store to be bought by a bag lady who stores her plastic forks and cat whiskers in it, where it is tossed in her wobbly shopping cart amongst a treasure of Walmart bags and stale bread crumbs for the birdies. At least it will serve a purpose. 

*Update: Lauren Sanchez was the losing bidder.