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woman without her handbag feels as lost as a wanderer in the desert. And, she wants it large. The handbag is the movable base of her supplies-the- depot of her expected needs. These eventual needs may reach out to a degree far beyond any man’s power of imagination. A woman’s handbag is a mysterious dungeon. It’s the key to her real self.
A magician does not want to explain his tricks. There is an auroa of taboo about a closed handbag. Every woman has an uneasy look if someone glances into it’s sacred privacy. A decent man should always tactfully stare at the ceiling whenever his companion opens her bag. He will, of course, have to concentrate on that ceiling pretty often. The typical handbag of a typical woman contains a certain number of fundamental things-plus her own individual touch. It is that individual touch that fills the bag. Some item is likly to roll out the moment the bag is opened.
Every woman’s handbag is a lost and found department in itself. It is storage, but things actually disappear there, as if by magic. Later they finally reappear on the surface after three or four investigations, and in complete disarray.
A man carries everything is his numerous comfortably deep pockets. It is estimated that a man wearing a suit with a vest and an overcoat has twenty pockets. No wonder he can never lose anything!
Women have also adapted pockets to their suits and coats. The most genuine are just fit to put hands into. The others are good enough for a chiffon handkerchief to peep out of or they are faked. No woman’s suit pocket is meant to hold her belongings. Every bulge would endanger the slim line and the smart effect. So, women continue to carry handbags. As long as women don’t wear men’s suits with pockets, they will remain women.(thank goodness) Of course, men will continue to feel superior. The first thing Adam purchased for Eve was a handbag.
It was his sweet revenge for the apple………to be continued
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