…When we can have gorgeous Anya Hindmarch darlings waiting for us at home instead? For some one who does not really believe in love and the term ‘for ever’, are men really that different to the handbag we have swinging off our shoulder?
That giddy, excited feeling when I purchase a new item of joy may possibly exceed any type of exhilarating I have been feeling for men in the past year or so. They make you feel special, luxurious, happy and worth a million pounds. To be honest, that is absolutely good enough a reason for me. On top of that they will never decide not to love you back out of the blue and break your heart or leave you or lie and cheat on you. Win win, if you ask me.
Does the modern 20-something girl really need the love of a man in their lives to pass the time and feel wholesome and accomplished? Can orgasmic accessories and good girlfriends fill that gaping hole in our lives?
For the past year I have been inhaling Sandro knits and Prada shoes (shoes in general), Marc Jacobs handbags and regular martinis with the girls (highly recommend Zuma in Knightsbridge Girls Night Out at Zuma). The only negative moments of my life are those spent reminiscing about the EX or stressing about outfits I plan on wearing to my next date, and wondering why he still hasn’t even kissed me.
Maybe the time has come to pull up that white flag on the men of this world and concentrate on my self and being fabulous. Martinis, shoes, handbags and fashion…