Hypocrite Purse

LIZSAYS: This purse makes a hypocrite out of me. I am not a skull fan, and in fact, I rave against the predominance of skulls on everything, everywhere. Yes, I have even seen a baby in a skull emblazoned tee shirt! Say what? Nihilistic baby, yeah.
But yesterday, I bought the Hypocrite Purse, Zadig and Voltaire encrusted with a skull with wings.
What changed me? The aforementioned Houdini Bitch aspect of my sweet Paris. She turned me into a “find an un-pickable purse that I can carry at all times with my most essentials, and it has got to be black, small, and cute enough to wear constantly, right next to my body.”
Oh yeah, there were some cuties in the 500-1100 euro area, Chanel down to mere Mulberry (in bronze leather, I might add).
But oh, baby glowed, perfect size, color, and with a mega long black metal and leather chain and buttery soft leather. A zipper right next to the body for the beloved iPhone, a easily accessible  pocket for tissues, used snot rags for thieves who think I’m stupid enough to let them in, again. Oh, yeah, once bitten twice die! My iPhone grief was so deep it was palatable.
It zips and folds over, so there would be a lot of movement involved in opening this chain linked safe at hip level. The only problem was the skull. I am so tired of skulls, what do they even mean any more. Oh yeah, I’m so over death. Whatever! Infantile hipness, yawn. Too cool to care, but not too cool to let everyone know how much we don’t care. But then, it occurred to me, “Dare to enter and all will fade to black!” Yes, it may make me an easy hypocrite, but I know that I will not have my phone stolen again, not without a fight, and the winged skull proves it. Yeah, fuck with me, Houdini Bitch!