Who should be allowed to judge fashion? I can’t answer that, but I can tell you who should not legally be allowed to give their input EVER. Anyone who drives a teal/rust colored Geo Metro circa 1996*, that’s who.

Let me explain.

A few weeks ago my sweet friend Erin gave me the coolest gift- An awesome tote bag with “Portland” written across it and a map of my hip new abode. It’s so cute that I basically carry it everyday and if things could make you happy, this bag is my Prozac. (Ok- it’s cute, but I really love the giver most of all…)

On the day that Cabe gave me the bag she said something along the lines of “I dunno, it might not be cool to carry a bag with a map of the city you are actually in…” To which I replied, “Pssh. This IS Portland. Nobody cares here!” and proceeded to head out to the farmer’s market to fill said bag with deliciousness.

And then it happened. That awful man driving that awful teal/rust colored Geo Metro circa 1996 leaned out of his car and shouted, “Who actually uses a bag with the city they are in on it?! HAHAHHA!” Hurtful? Yes. Ridiculous? Yes. We didn’t catch his license plate, but it is safe to assume that homeboy was from Van-tucky, WA and thus could not understand the finer things in life. Not his fault, right?

Alas, redemption came today. A really cool looking NW hipster walked clear across the cafe to tell me how great my bag was and where exactly she could get one. And I’m pretty confident that she did not own a teal/rust colored Geo Metro circa 1996. Bam. Take that.

*NOTE: To Geo Metro owners- I really don’t resent Geo Metros, I’m sure they are wonderful cars.