I'm an objectivist, aren't I?

I bought a pair of sunglasses. They seemed cool. I need them for the desert life, I think.

I came home. My sister, always ready to meddle in the petty and the mundane, went through the shopping bags and found the sunglasses.

"I knew you'd buy this pair of sunglasses!" She exclaimed.

The glasses were light, narrow without excessive material, and mostly black... it had taken me an hour to pick out a pair that I liked... I refused to buy anything I felt compromised on the design on account of price, or priced unfairly. It was pretty damn painful.

"How did you know?" I asked, my brain numbed.

"You like these kinds of sunglasses." Well Duh.

"These are SO out of fashion these days. Hahahahaha. I can't even START to tell you how out of fashion they are!"

"Who cares?"
And then-
"What is fashion, anyway?"

Fashion is people who don't know any better than you telling you what to wear for practically no reason whatsoever. In order to fuel sales, the world has formed a strange cycle between the old and the new- with people continuously moving between donning the bohemian and the futuristic. People are led to believe that they need to buy what is 'in', sales never cease, people are never allowed to be satisfied, not for a moment. They follow the words of the deceivers like mindless sheep. I can understand if a few just wanted to wait for social sanction, before trying to wear something they always wanted to, but to think that they are superior to another because they follow the commands the corporations feed them, hah. I could laugh if it wasn't so depressing.

That is how I defined fashion.

"What is fashion?" I asked her.
"I don't know." Said my sister. She wants to enter the fashion industry.

I'm an objectivist aren't I?

*SUBJECT CHANGE*
Damn you Ayn Rand. You have a rape-fetish, you bitch, stop trying to justify it by incorporating it into philosophy.