Bigots, Blogs, and Birkins
Wow. Just wow.
The voice from the voiceless online magazine The Blot lets out this weird article about a lady saying Birkins are not for men. She writes:
Nothing makes my eyes roll more than when I see a man carrying a 25, 30, 35 or 40 cm Birkin bag at a fashion event, especially when they are on the crook of their elbows.
Sure, everyone is entitled to an opinion. So it’s not surprising to see a lot of negative comments from The Blot’s readers about the article. Some commenters are saying that women at one point in history were not allowed to wear pants. How then can the writer criticize the world the other way around? The TL;DR piece concludes:
So, the bottom line for me is that if you are a man, you can only carry a Birkin bag if your wife, girlfriend or mother asks you to hold it for a moment, while she is selecting a new Kelly or Constance bag … really!
Why does her opinion matter? It doesn’t really. Anyone with fingers can type whatever they can and post them online. This writer doesn’t have any influences over how anyone should live their lives, or what bag to hold. The writer doesn’t dictate how the world would want to continue living the life the world wants to lead.
There is a lot of hate on the article from the writer to the commenters, and I hope that doesn’t make her lose her sleep. But it just goes to show that there are bigots and critics wherever you go. And even if it’s 2016, there are those who express a level of comprehension that’s far below than others. You can’t help but hope then that this sexist article might be this writer’s milestones to growing into a better person, and understand that people can wear or carry whatever they want.
Though my opinions equally don’t matter also – I too have fingers, can type, to post anything online – my thoughts on this piece is this: I’m a bag collector and I carry women’s bags all the time. Mostly on the crook of my arm. These bags were bought with my own money and from working hard, just like you working at The Blot. So, when the time comes where I am lucky enough to earn a Birkin, carrying it on the crook of my arm – no wife/girlfriend/mom – I’d love for you to give me an eye-roll. I can endure it. Roll your eyes all day. It won’t matter. Because in the end, you’re as free to roll your eyes as I am – a man – to tote a Birkin, or any bag (men’s or women’s) for that matter. ❤
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