Let’s play a little game, shall we?
What’s the difference between a $5 Birkin and a $20,000 Birkin (besides, of course, the glaring $19,995 price gap)?
One is diiiirt cheap, and the other costs just as much as a kidney.
Now, what do they both have in common?
They’re both Birkins.
They're both hand-stitched in Paris.
Both are crafted from the finest leather.
And both rare, iconic, and wildly desirable.
Yet... one costs a latte, while the other could be a down payment for a house. Strange, isn’t it?
Now, of course, this is a stretch. You and I both know we're not going to find an authentic $5 Birkin anywhere, but that’s exactly my point. No one in their right mind would dare price the world’s most coveted handbag, the holy grail of status symbols, at the same value as a Starbucks drink, thus making it accessible to just anybody.
Why? Because it would devalue the bag. Plane and simple.
The Birkin knows its worth. It knows what it represents. It knows the kind of status it commands. And as a result, so do we.
You’ll never catch a Birkin jumping through hoops to prove itself, worried it's "too much", or begging to be chosen.
The Birkin just exists. Confident. Rare. Desired.
People wait years just to be considered for one. Not because it’s "a pretty bag", but because of the weight it carries. Its value is simply undeniable. And most importantly? It deserves someone who understands its worth and rarity and will treat it accordingly.
Now imagine walking into a store and coming across what looks like an authentic Birkin (same silhouette, same stitching, same aura of luxury, etc.) tossed on a discount rack with a $5 tag slapped on like it meant nothing.
Blasphemy!
That would say more about the seller than the bag itself. Not only would it scream ignorance and desperation, but it would also suggest that even something crafted with so much care, history, and precision could be mistaken for something mass-produced, or worse, disposable—if it allowed itself to be.
Now tell me,
Would you believe that bag is real?
Would you treat it the same?
Would you treasure it, protect it, or value it the way you would if it were behind glass, guarded, with a waitlist years long? Or would you question its quality simply because of what it allowed itself to be sold for?
That’s the thing about value: it’s not always about what something is, but rather what it believes it’s worth, and how boldly it dares to be priced. And whether we like it or not, people treat things based on the value we assign to them. That $5 tag changes the entire narrative.
So if it’s priced like it’s disposable, it will be handled like it’s disposable.
If it’s positioned like it’s rare, it will be respected like it’s rare
And while real Birkins never settle, never discount, and never explain themselves…
Far too many women still do.
Just some food for thought.
Love you long time,
-Arlie