Even after years of going to the fashion shows in New York City, I sometimes still feel like I fell off the turnip truck. And today, I actually look like I did, with a skinned knee on view for everyone to see across the runway (I earned my chic scab falling on an ocean jetty last weekend). But every season, I learn a little more about how this spectacle touches millions of women who will never find themselves in a darkened theater watching... clothes. Here's why the shows might actually matter to you, even if you think they don't:
