Over the past few weeks, half the people I've met out in the world have remarked that I'm a brave soul. A man of singular courage. A fearless fellow who has never said no to a challenge.
The other half implied, through a rich range of verbiage, that I'm a girl. A brave, brave little girl.
It's the purse I've been carrying around. You will note that I did not say "shoulder bag" or "man bag" or any other term that attempts to gild this lily. I am not fooled.
I won't be deterred. One day I'll find my ideal man bag, and I'll wear it with pride. Until Shira refuses to out with me. And then I'll go back to stuffing my pockets.