Entry 40: The Louis Vuitton Gym Bag

There’s this lady at the gym that I see all the time waiting for her yoga class. She’s probably in her late twenties or early thirties, a mom – and everyday I see her, she has strapped around her shoulder a Louis Vuitton gym bag.

This intrigues me. Having never owned a Louis Vuitton bag in my life, whenever I see her, I constantly find myself wondering what it must be like to prep for the gym and decide, Hey I’m going to use this expensive ass bag for all my gym stuff.

How do you even decide to get one in the first place? Deciding to get a Louis Vuitton is one thing,  it’s another thing to get one specifically for the gym. I imagine that at some point, said lady decided she needed a gym bag, decided she specifically needed a designer gym bag and while shopping must have been like no, I don’t want a Gucci gym bag.  I want a Louis Vuitton one. No, not that one. The bigger one.  

Or maybe she has 10 Louis Vuitton bags and the bag she was using was one she bought 5 years ago. Since it was so 5 years ago, of course she was going to use it as a gym bag.

But I kind of get it; material possessions often are looked as reflections of our social status. As our society emphasizes the need to succeed,  there exists this secret (or maybe not so secret)  competition to be at the top in the hierarchy of life, with the bigger, more expensive stuff acting as measures of our value and success.

So, if one’s going to be boss with a Louis Vuitton bag, why not be one with a Louis Vuitton gym bag? Just because… that’s even more boss than just having a regular bag.

My current gym bag is a Adidas sackpack from TJ Maxx that I got for $10. Its not boss at all. What it says about me is I bought this bag to carry my shit while I work out, and it was cheap. I don’t carry it with me all the time though; most times I have my wallet and my phone, and I stick it in my sports bra, right in the area between a boob and the armpit.

(I can see your head tilt and brows furrow as your trying to visualize sticking a phone/wallet in your bra if you’re a girl…or if you’re a dude, visualizing a girl sticking a phone/wallet in her bra. Thats kinda weird, you’re probably saying. And it kinda is, but thats how I roll.)

If I do happen to get designer stuff, someone please call me out if I become one of those stuck up chicks who’s like, is that from the Gap? Gross. Those females do exist. I know because one time I was talking to this co-worker, and was admiring her watch:

Me: Is that Michael Kors?

Coworker: Oh no… its Chanel sweetheart.

Well shit I thought. Excuuuuse me. 

She gave me a look that told me she wouldn’t be caught dead in a Michael Kors anything; she was better than a Michael Kors, and thus was cooler than me.

Yea, I don’t want to be that person, so call me out.

Anyways, that’s all for now. I hope everyone has a great week, and if you have one of them designer bags that cost a couple regular people paychecks, I hope you’ll still be friends with people like me who shop at TJ Max and Target.

(Note: I first wrote this whole post spelling Louis wrong and had to correct. God forbid someone reads this and is like…. Hey, you spelt “Louis” wrong.  I wasnt high cultured enough to know, but now I know. )

Until next time.. ..

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Entry 40: The Louis Vuitton Gym Bag

Entry 39: When a Lady Goes Ape Shit at a Park

The other day, I was at a park that I frequent quite often with my dogs. It was  in a very family-orientated community where there’s a dog park, a skate rink, a swimming pool, a fire station next to the park, and a school right across the street.  I generally go there to walk/run around in the grassy areas of the park with my dogs and keep on top of focus exercises and commands… so if they see a gecko, bird, or squirrel – they’re focus is still on me, rather than other distractions.

Anyways, at the park…I was getting out of my car and a van pulls up right beside me. An older guy in his 40s comes out.

“Hi,” I said as I made eye contact. (If there’s one thing that ‘s changed about me living in the desert, is that I say “hello” a lot more to strangers.)

“Do your dogs have leashes?” he asks.

Behind my sunglasses, I had a look of confusion. Of course I had leashes. This isn’t an off-leash dog park.  I even have poop bags to pick up poop because I’m not a jerk.  I like to think I have the look of someone responsible who is doesn’t break rules, because I feel like I’m a rule follower, but maybe he didn’t see me as such.

A lady pulls up in another vehicle and asks, if I was leaving. Behind my sunglasses, another look of confusion. She then proceeds to yell at him.

“Get my fucking dogs back in the van.  She has two fuckin pitbulls in the car!”

It was 9 in the morning, and while I had been awake for a while and already gotten a morning workout in, it was taking me a while to process what exactly was going on. So she knew this guy? And those were her dogs? But she’s in a different car? 

“I don’t care,” the man tells her. By this point he’s already gotten his dogs… or her dogs out of his van, meanwhile my dogs were still in the car, as I was right outside of the passenger door, waiting to see if I should bring them out.

“Get my fucking dogs back in the van!” she yells to him

“Why do I care if she has pitbulls?” he responds. “I have a fucking gun!”

At this point, she goes ape-shit upset crazy upset and fanatically screams at him with no self control.

“I don’t care if you have a fucking gun. Get my fucking dogs back in the van!! I don’t want them near fucking pitbulls!”

How to describe ger frantic screaming…It was like how you would imagine one of those popular teenage girls would yell at their squad when finding out that someone in their who they thought was their best friend/ side-kick (but really they were using them) stole their prom date and was nominated for prom Queen, when she wasn’t….

But this all happened within a span of a few minutes, and to be honest, I didn’t know how to respond to all of it so I pretty much pretended to ignore. They eventually left, but it left me a little sad: she didn’t know my dogs and she reacted based on whatever experience she had or whatever she had heard on the news.

In owning dogs that are a breed that has a bad rep, I’ve come to understand that there going to be people who have their fears and stigmas, and that’s completely fine. We chose to own our dogs, and with that we are bound to encounter people who don’t agree with our choice of dogs. In owning them and deciding to love them, there is an even greater responsibility to defend them, and go above and beyond to ensure that they rise above whatever bad reputation they have.

But like I said, I understand that it’s hard not to evaluate situations, things or people and react based on what we read. Random:  one time, husband and I were at one of those condo sales pitch, and the sales guy pointed me out and was like … you! You like to shop! Which, it’s true, but for some reason it bugged me because I’d like to think that there’s more to me than the fact that I like to shop.

Maybe it’s all part of our nature, I don’t think it’s necessarily a bad thing, but I don’t think it should be the only thing. Like if I were to only generalize the people at the park who went ape shit over my dog, my first thought about them would be… white trash, these guys are white trash.

Anyways, that is all for now. Hope everyone is having a great week.

Until next time 🙂

Entry 39: When a Lady Goes Ape Shit at a Park