dear skinny hipster girls with big designer handbags: i notice there are a lot of you in this city. being more of a jacket/shoe person myself, i have never understood the big bag phenomenon. even less though, do i understand why you are walking around sporting limp, greasy hair and a tattered wife-beater, you drag your vans along the sidewalk as if the weight of the third world were upon your shoulders, and yet you apathetically clasp a $600 handbag (probably manufactured somewhere in said third world.) what do you store in it? a cute sweater? shampoo? or is that where you conceal your zest for life?