Some things in life acquire an outsize popularity which defies all common sense. The outlandish appeal of such things cannot be explained except by reference to René Girard’s theory of mimetic desire – the idea that there are many things we value not for their intrinsic utility and enjoyment but because we see that other people want them. Examples of such positive feedback loops in excess fashionability would include sourdough bread, Miss Taylor Swift and houses in Clapham or Fulham.
Fulham, for instance, is so far west it should have its own time zone. If you work in the City, you would have a shorter commute if you spent the money on a Georgian manor house outside Ashford – with a ha-ha and peacocks, and the facility to park your car less than 500 yards from your front door. And yet, through some form of emergent collective insanity, people conceived the idea that Fulham is a fashionable place to live – and so, per the late Professor Girard, it is a fashionable place to live, and consequently fiendishly expensive.
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