‘Why Don’t You’ is my weekly tribute to legendary editor Diana Vreeland who penned a column of the same name for Harper’s Bazaar for 26 years begging, “Don’t just be your ordinary dull self. Why don’t you be ingenious and make yourself into something else?”
I was riding the train home recently, thankful to have squoze (yup, squoze) myself onto the 6, when something kept hitting me on my shoulder.
It should be said that New York mass transit during rush hour is always enough to make you want to cause someone bodily harm, but that feeling is intensified by people who take up more space than needed with unsightly possessions.
I felt it again.
I’m trying not to be too annoyed, it’s a super crowded train, I’m on my home, I’ll treat myself to Seamless, things could be worse. The next time it happens, I casually turn around to see what is poking me. I’m met with an oversized backpack.
Now why the eff this person is wearing a backpack past the age of 17 is beyond me. Furthering the offense is the fact that he doesn’t have the common courtesy to take off that ugly thing to make more space. I not so subtly shove the backpack with my shoulder hoping he’ll look to see moved what him and realize that a small person the size of a 6-year-old (what are these kids eating nowadays?) is behind him and he should be a little more considerate.
Nope. Not so much as a glance back.
I guess it could be worse. It could have been one of those upchuck print cushion-y soft Vera Bradley-esque monstrosities.
The thing is, while backpacks aren’t really my steeze, I could see how someone would be into them if they are along the order of the leather resurgence brought on by Alexander Wang, Mansur Gavriel or even Coachella. Not saying that I wouldn’t be annoyed if one of the above kept knocking me on the shoulder, but at least they would provide some eye candy.
What say you? Yay or nay on backpacks? Will you wear one?