It's All Over!!! (#NYFW)

I don't even know what I'm saying right now.

Am I really becoming one of those obnoxious people that whines about how busy fashion week is?

Because if so-

please,

punch me in my Céline trio bag and put me out of my misery.

(JK. JK.

Do you know how expensive those bags are??)

Here's the deal, though:

fashion week in NYC is busy.

It's busy for anyone who wants it to be busy.

I don't care how "successful" you are- if you live in NYC, you can find a way to make #NYFW (which, in case you weren't aware, only actually exists as a hashtag) a giant non-stop amalgamation of shows, presentations, meetings, collaborations, and a billion other buzzwords that sound important on social media.

So it understandably frustrates me when people complain about the "tedium" of "having" to "run between" to all of these "crazy" events.

In truth, you're either making your living from these events,

or you're doing them on the side out of your own free will so . . .

chill.

The only people who really get to whine about fashion week

are those whose industries are wholly unrelated to, yet still detrimentally affected by, fashion week:

i.e. über drivers who can't take one more "literally" without LITERALLY murdering the next girl who jumps in begging him to charge her phone and demanding he take her to

"L-I-N-C-O-L-N C-E-N-T-E-R like he couldn't tell by your white birkenstocks that thats where you were headed.

baristas at the Starbucks next to The Empire who have to deal with incessant special weird soy milk and splenda crap from girls who are too busy refreshing their Instagrams to properly articulate their orders.

hotel concierges lugging 400lbs of shoes up and down elevators to and from the rooms of unappreciative and impractically dressed women who remind them time and time again about how their load of Wang heels is "really really fragile".