Jon Moy is a freelance writer based in Detroit. He’s written about a lot of things, but mostly about fashion. He’s just happy to be here. You can follow him on Twitter and Instagram at @moybien1212.

I fucking love tote bags. I really genuinely adore them. Big ones, dainty ones, those canvas ones you buy at the organic grocery store in a fever dream of sustainability only to leave in the trunk of your car for the rest of eternity, name a tote bag and I’ll find an excuse to own it. These particular totes are great because they’re pretty big and in cool colors and have a logo and company name that some people will ask you about but most will assume is like a tech brand that gave you a tote bag for like, buying a very expensive toothbrush that they call “a new innovation in dental hygiene technology.”

Assumptions about their origins aside, totes are crucial elements in the summertime because you can carry stuff around without getting backpack sweat or that weird bandolier of a sweat stain from a crossbody bag. Sure, you’re sacrificing the use of one of your hands, but then again, when do you ever use two hands at the same? I say that but one time I had an iced coffee in one hand and a tote bag in the other and I had to get my keys out of the aforementioned tote bag but there was no place to set my coffee down. I finally fished my keys out but then sat too triumphantly down into my car seat and splashed a bunch of coffee onto a part of my shirt that no one else would really notice but bothered me for the rest of the day. That anecdote starts off making the tote bag the bad guy, but really, like every story, the bad guy is always hubris.

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