Watching a woman try to find something in the depths of this hateful contrivance would evoke sympathy from the most hardened misogynist. If a dude wants money, he reaches into his pocket and whips out cash. He has a one in four chance of picking the right pocket every time. Better odds than anything in Vegas.
Ask your wife if you can borrow five bucks to buy a frosty drink we used to call a milkshake but now we call coffee, well, good luck. Hope you are in the mood for a magic show. She is going to start pulling out more items than could fit in the bed of a Ford F-150.
You thought the lamps and junk Mary Poppins pulled out of her handbag were a special effect? They must have edited that scene for time. In real life, Mary would STILL be pulling crap out.
Purses are like yogurt; there are just too many options. Zippers on the outside, on the inside, snap-pouches, secret compartments, several time zones, probably quarks.
Plus, every woman owns at least three purses, by which I mean 20. A purse must coordinate with an outfit, which requires a level of interest in fashion the average man expends completely by deciding whether or not to put on underwear.
Imagine if it were culturally acceptable for men to carry purses. We would have hammers, spackling paste, jerky, small watermelons, ketchup packets out the wazoo, sandpaper, Pringles, super glue, probably several reptiles to keep the flies down.
Men would only own one purse, too, brown leather, like a saddle bag, with a filagree on the side of our favorite team or Kardashian.
Men would name their purses, names like "Butch" or "007." This would lead to confusing conversations in bars:
"Man, I can't believe I left Butch at home today. I really could have used a 1/8th-inch drill bit."
"Wait. Is Butch your brother?"
"No, Butch is a...it's a...hey, how about those Rams coming back to L.A.?"
Even though men would only own one, we would have to ask our wives where we left it.
"Honey, have you seen 007?"
"Um...(stifling a chuckle) Try asking Dr. No."
"Are you laughing?"
"NO, no, I...inhaled a dust bunny."
If only I could get my legislation passed, requiring 12 pockets on pants, we would have peace in our time.
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