You are a socialite, middle-aged “I think I am better than you, actually, I know I am better than you “ Cougar.  Or you are a slightly younger, poorer girl who can’t wait to grow into the Cougar previously mentioned.  Pathetic.  Your money comes from daddy, leftovers from your ex-husband, or your glass ceiling corporate job. You make fun of every woman that isn’t wearing a name brand, is a few pounds overweight, is prettier than you, or who is with a better looking man than your candy shell of a boyfriend/husband/fuck toy.  

Buy the gaudy LV luggage with the excessive LV logos purely for the exuberance of when it will eventually topple onto that airport belt and fall into a sea of black nobody bags.  Then lift your head high as you get your airport helper to fetch your bag.  “Oh everyone wants to be me.”  Reality – everyone around you is thinking, “dumb bitch spent way too much money compensating for her self-esteem that was crushed when her husband fucked his secretary and her child’s 5th grade teacher.”  

P.S. – The knock off for 8 bucks on 5th avenue is identical
-Tad Landon



In 2007 wearing LV basically means you are a middle-aged Hispanic woman that received her mini-backpack knock-off for Christmas. [As if LV would really make a mini-backpack.] You tend to see these a lot at the grocery store, or at ROSS.
-Knuckles