Fashion Week Day 4: Check Your Ego at the Door

I wish I could tell you that it's easy to get into every show. But it's not. Everyone wants a piece of the runway pie. So basically what happens is that people -- most of whom I'm sure are perfectly nice outside of the tents -- try to push, shove, insult, gripe, moan and bully their way into the tents. And, although not scientific, I estimate that the less important the line waiter is, the more he or she (and sometimes he/she) will raise a ruckus.
Take the Betsey Johnson show today, for example. It was a great show: always fun, and this was her 30th anniversary so she showed 18 of her favorite looks in addition to the fall line. So, naturally, everyone wanted in. Some guy in the middle of the line threw a hissy fit about the waiting system. Another lady cussed herself into a frenzy about how she didn't have a ticket and had to wait even though Betsey was her friend (riiiiiiggghhht).
Me? I have learned to be kinda-sorta patient. Even when the security guard said "if your feet hurt, blame it on Tyra (Banks)." Apparently her majesty's arrival had held up the line. Whatever. I saw Hilary Swank earlier in the day at the Jill Stuart show and I didn't have to wait on her.