Being my generations Carrie Bradshaw, Blair Waldorf, or Chanel Oberlin has not been easy; but it is something a lot of girls like me manage to do. Really it is the girls like me who don’t get the credit they deserve. We’re not the girls with a new boyfriend every other month, we’re not the girls who get complimented on how we changed a man, and we’re not the girls who cry over broken hearts. Jimmy Choo’s can’t break your heart unless you wear them for a little too long or your size ran out. We don’t have new boyfriends monthly because monthly we are getting new extensions and changing our hairstyle a little bit, and we don’t get complimented on changing men because the only thing we’re changing is too our next fragrance. Now along the runway of my life thus far I have managed to come across many great pieces. Gucci, Louie, Chanel, Tony Bowls, and tons more.

Fashion labels are something I don’t have trouble with, but another L world gets me every time, Love. Do I really want this emotional baggage? Or am I more suited for bags of a different kind? Big bags filled with blue Tiffany boxes and Valentino dresses. After a date I may be happy if the man isn’t a complete idiot, but after leaving a store I am at my happiest 97.8% of the time. On that date you may become intoxicated from that man’s cologne, but there is nothing like the smell of your brand new bag with the mix of the crisp air as your walking down Rodeo Drive (TRUST ME). Sometimes a girl gets lonely at night and her Agent Provocateur lingerie can’t hold her as tight as the man who bought her Starbucks earlier that day. This is when I came to the realization that fashion is my first love, but there is room for a close second. It would be nice to dress a man up as my little ken doll and have someone to help me carry the heavy Louboutin boxes, because sky high stilettoes can be heavy when you’re buying multiples. Upon mixing label’s and love I have found out that both are the same. I can actually compare men and their little manatee like brains to my favorite thing on this earth, fashion.

Boys are like purses. You have that one reliable bag that somehow goes with everything, but there is also that special bag that can be a bit too much so you can only carry it with certain things. Sometimes you switch bags bi weekly, and sometimes you don’t need a bag. Sometimes you see someone else’s bag and you can’t help but want it too! Though at the end of the day you can always find another cute bag when it seems that the faithful one you’ve had is not doing its job anymore. Boys are also like heels. A good strong high heel will hold you up, and with the right amount of champagne you won’t be annoyed by the pain it causes you. Though a cheap kitten heel will easily scratch showing its true colors after one appearance in them, not having the strength to build you up a little taller. Boys are also like coats, do read the fine print on the label because you may have splurged on the 5% cashmere coat but it is going to itch you and not keep you warm. If you would have saved up and invested in the more expensive coat, you would be in the arms of something many women have not been lucky enough to be in.

So can I have my cake and eat it too? That’s the question many girls like me as ourselves. Can I have my Barbie Doll lifestyle and actually find my Ken? Is my Mr. Big or Chuck Bass out there? Only time will tell. In the meantime while a lot of hopeless women are out there waiting to be saved by a man who has probably lost his way, I’ll be shopping and still at it with my materialistic ways. When Mr. Big or Chuck Bass finds me, I’ll make room in my closet for love. I’d rather save up for the real thing than be fooled by a knock off. A Knock off bag may be easy to spot, but when it comes to love it takes a while to be able to know when a man is actually a mannequin and not the real deal. So save up for the real thing, buy the expensive coat that is going to keep you warm, wait and save for the heels that are a little higher with the strong supported platform. Invest in what is going to be there for you.

Until then, I am sure there’s a designer heating blanket out there that will keep me warm at night, and look cute doing it.