I like being female. But I don't know if I like carrying a purse. Both have their complications, their compartments. One is being. The other is baggage.
Men don't carry purses. Unless you consider those who tag along their 'murse.' For those not up to date on the latest consumer must, a murse is a male purse. We have a genderized name for it so we can sell it. Remember, we did sell you the hot ticket item of the 'pet rock.' And the Chia Pet.
P.T. Barnum was the ultimate salesperson. He knew how to package it and could spot a sucker a mile away. I don't think he would have carried a murse.
And he wasn't female. To be female is to have wholeness. You see things as inter-connected. While I am sure all of this varies with the person, some being more connected and insightful than others, some having attributes more male than others. It is all okay within the range of being human. I imagine the same is true of males.
But I don't know if having a purse is a good idea. It smacks back to the age of the dowry. I didn't have a dowry and I bet you didn't, either. Purses weigh you down. It is tantamount to toting your house with you wherever you go. And, it hurts my shoulders.
Now if we didn't have a purse, where would we put our wallet? Cell phone? Pockets you say? We don't like pockets because we have an image to uphold. Pockets protrude out of pants and make hips and waist look unlike the touch up magazine models.
So this is my solution. A tiny purse. Carry only your essentials. If you must reapply lipstick, leave it in the car. Do your prep work. Don't carry the janitorial keys. Keep one or two on your key holder. Think about pockets, too. After all, who are you pleasing?
If I were male, I wouldn't be spending the time to share all of this with you, dear readers, would I? I like circular endings. I like being female.
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