The Marc Jacobs Experiment.

Coming soon. Sit tight.

Ok, so how long have you been sitting tight? A very long time. I apologize. I ran out of time to waste on the internet.

Anywho, the point of this blog was how a hollow Marc Jacobs bag can earn a person respect. Before the shopping bag came into play, people would give my friend and I scornful looks and would just push their way through. After buying some very cheap and uninteresting things at Marc Jacobs, I politely asked for a large shopping tote. The cashier was a realllly big dick about it but I had no time to hold hands with dignity. We left the store with new souls. Citizens on the streets of NYC would, check it, SMILE at us and say 'sorry' when they slammed their asses into my huge M.Jac bag. Then they'd kiss the corner of my shopping bag and say a prayer.

Point is, kids, that a shopping bag with a designer's name on it is a terrible way to earn respect. If you don't have one on your shoulder, you're treated like a dog. If you are carrying one, regardless of what's inside cause people don't see what's in there unless it's transparent, then you're treated like a human, or even a king.

By the way, I bought two condoms and a hair pin. Suckas.