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To wear a Birkin bag casually, its price should probably be a single digit percent of your monthly income. In that scenario, a person would be relaxed about their $300,000 bag as they went about their day. In any other scenario the bag and the wearer are a very uncomfortable fit for each other. For everyone else who aspires for that look  and be comfortable, the bag will need to be a fake of some sort. They may not be able to afford one that cannot be distinguished from the real thing. Walmart seems to have responded to a demand in the market for a Birkin "replica" to be loud and proud of its origins while being very budget friendly. The person wearing it is no longer a wannabe, target of disdain from those who can smell the obvious fake from a mile.

 “We are now at the point where the fakes are almost identical to the real … where they are almost 99 percent identical.” That was the central theme of a recent video posted by Antonio Linares on his Instagram account, Fake Education. The message echoes a markedly controversial one put forth a couple of years ago by Alibaba founder and chairman Jack Ma, who said, “The problem is the fake products today are of better quality and better price than the real names.”

Speaking to state of counterfeit goods – those that utilize a trademark that is “identical with, or substantially indistinguishable from” a genuine registered trademark and that is used on the same class of goods as the registered mark – Ma elaborated, saying, “They are made in exactly the same factories, with exactly the same raw materials [as authentic goods], but they do not use the names.”

I think it would be nicer if the product remained high quality and reasonably priced without the premium for the brand. If the bag in question was copied faithfully but remained sans brand maybe it would not be such a terrible thing. Once could accuse it of plagiarism but that's about it.

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