This means war

For some reason, fashion seems to bring out the dark side in people. A person can be a designer making beaucoup money, a model that looks perfect 24 hours a day or a consumer that has the right outfit and will carry the "no one can touch me" attitude. Fashion people are notorious for being high browed, snooty and nasty people. During my short time in the fashion industry, I have come across a lot of people. Many of these people -- models and designers -- have been the warmest and most welcoming people you would ever meet. But I have found the worst attitudes come from the ones trying to become famous. I admit I have taken part in many fashion wars. I have received letters from girls that are bitter and jealous and girls trying to put personal ads in the paper disguised as letters to the editor. \nC'mon, I really don't need to know your boob size. \nThen there are the wars that come from competition. When I was at fashion design school in Chicago, we loathed the Columbia girls because we competed for the best dressing and modeling jobs. Or when Phoebe Filo left Stella McCartney's side to design for someone else, the media had a field day with that war. Fashion wars come and go, but then there are those that last years.\nOne would think that if a person is living a dream life and looks like a god or goddess, a beautiful attitude would follow. Fashion breeds some of the cutthroat people, including myself. Over break, I realized exactly how ridiculous attitude and fashion wars can become. \nI decided to ask my mother for a pair of very fashionable warm boots. I didn't see a problem with it, considering I pay my own rent, tuition and whatever else I need. So one day, I told my little sister, Deanna, to put my mom on the phone, and I asked for my boots. All of a sudden I heard this bull horn in the background, screaming: "Why does she get a pair of expensive boots, like she done came up." \nThat is when the war began. \nFrom that point on, my little sister was everything but a child of God. No longer a family member, she was an enemy standing between me and my boots. She had to be taken down. If anyone has a sister -- or like me, two sisters -- they would know fashion wars can become incredibly hostile and violent. My little sister is a model in training, so that just adds to the attitude. \nI tried everything -- reason, name calling and even the name-off. The name-off is when you name off everything you have ever received from your parents to prove your sibling gets more. Yes, it's low, but I had to go there. I wanted my boots.\nSo, during the tenth round, my sister said, "Okay you can have the boots as long as I get a pair." This was ridiculous since she didn't even know about the boots until I asked. Plus, my mama was not going to drop all that money for two pairs of boots. So, on the sneak tip, I persuaded my mom to buy them for me without her knowing. \nThis is an example of when wars can spin out of control. I will confess to doing things like hiding Louis Vuitton scarves so no one else can buy them and even wearing my roommates' clothes without them knowing. These are examples of fashion guerrilla warfare. You don't even want to see someone wearing the same outfit as you, it's at least enough to give a girl a stroke. When people wage war, it brings out the ugly in all parties involved. Deanna blocked my style, so I had to counter-attack. Now I am going to buy my sister the boots, drop her off in Siberia, pick her up a week later and ask, "Are they warm enough? I needed to know before I get my pair"