On Facebook, CindyH writes: “My work day has been temporarily suspended while I clean out my purse is seach of an important business card. If I was a man, I imagine business cards would be neatly collected in my wallet and I wouldn’t have to wade through debit card receipts, grocery lists, coupons, handiwipe packets, and Kleexex used and unused. On … the plus side, so far I’ve found a cool mini-flashlight and my can-o’-mace on a keychain!

Question: I have spent many minutes trying to find keys, the checkbook, and sundry other items in my wife’s purse. I’d rather pull weeds in the garden for an hour. So I’d like to ask the Women Of HBO: Is there any organization to the chaos in your purses? And/Or: What’s the strangest thing you’ve ever discovered hidden in your purse?

And at that precise moment it won’t matter the size, color or shape of the purse. At that precise moment the only thing that will matter is the thin line that this man walks between the potential humiliation if he takes the bag and the guaranteed earful of trouble if he doesn’t. It’s not a request. It’s an emasculating ultimatum disguised with misleading seduction to viciously grasp the tender male heart into a brutal catch-22. It’s an offer a man can’t refuse. So what does a man do when he finds himself in this no-win situation? Does he quickly snatch the purse in a symbol of affection or does he reject it in a symbol of masculinity? For men, the only thing worse than staring glassy-eyed into rows of lingerie for hours is admitting to being a personal purse valet. /Rusty, WSU Evergreen. More here.  Shellhorn

Question (for men): When did you last have to hold your Sweetie’s purse?