“My superpower? Awkward.”
“What’s awkward?”
“No, that’s my superpower. Inducing awkwardness.”
*awkward silence*
“Okay.”

At the start of a recent phone interview I was dealt this ice-breaker question, which – for all means and purposes – I wrecked. I basically GLUED TOGETHER any ice at this point and the rest of the interview was downhill from there. When I was 14 this would have brought me to hot tears, and would have faltered in my full skinny, gawky glory. Believe me, I had the full set: the braces, the cheap glasses and a social aptitude that of a blind mosquito.

However, from a certain point in my life I started being able to use this awkwardness to my advantage – accidentally at first – and found it the most exhilarating superpower in my arsenal (right next to being sexay). It wasn’t easy to hone, probably because you can’t hone it – I’m still awkward AF, but when used right it’s magic. It’s a truth serum at times, and in others, a douchebag survival tactic. (Asking “are you poor?” with genuine concern works EVERY TIME) (However, this has now morphed into a bit of a running joke on Snapchat @Sparkncube)

I suspect that this is one of the reasons why I was drawn to this Calvin Klein pony-hair number so much. Its slightly awkward size and shape is reminiscent of my past (and admittedly still, present), but flaunts its personality and functionality in the way it knows best. In simple terms, this bag fits everything (including a proper book, for once) and goes with practically anything. Even douchebags like me.