I’m conflicted about analyzing this in a public forum because it could come across all wrong but I’m a bag snob and that trumps the fear of being seen as uppity.
So here’s the deal. Who doesn’t love some Louboutin? Seriously. The red lining. The buttery leather. The euphoria of carrying it for the first time while it still has that new car smell. You still love the bag even as it becomes a bit weathered because you’ve known it since it was a baby.
But buying a used one? You’d be living a lie. It’s kind of like financing a used Bentley for 30 years.
Beyond that, it’s gross. You don’t really know that bag. It could have been on a public restroom floor. It could have held something totally nasty. You just don’t know. I’m just sayin’.