My thoughts on the Walmart Birkin…the Wirkin?
My husband once bought me an Hermès bag, and I was so angry. Not because he got me a Kelly and I wanted a Birkin, or it’s the wrong color, or whatever you might be thinking. It’s because it’s a spectacular waste of money.
So many of you have asked me, what do you think of the Walmart Birkin?
I don’t.
I mean, if you actually like the way this rectangular, overhyped shitschlepper looks, by all means, buy it at Walmart.
Because no handbag is worth what Hermès charges. And for any of you saying, but this bag is an investment, really, were you planning on selling it? Go ahead, try to sell it, see if you’d make money. There are better and easier investments. Ones that don’t tell people that you were conned by the faux exclusivity of this influencer bait.
If you need this rectangular confection of leather and hardware to make you feel special, darling, I’ve got some better ideas.
You could spend that same amount of money on a top tier gym membership and a personal trainer for a year.
You could pay for an Italian teacher, a hot one, followed by a one week stay at a castle in Italy along with cooking classes.
Hell, with that money, you could bring the hot instructor.
You could use the money towards a living nanny. Sanity has no price.
Imagine how you could spoil your horse with that money.
Sailing lessons.
Gently used luxury car.
Hell, plastic surgery.
An Hermès scarf for every day of the year.
Art.
Weekly fresh flower arrangements by a society florist.
Season passes to the opera, your outfits, and champagne.
A handbag will never be a statement on your personal worth.
Anyway, I hope this helped.