There’s nothing worse than hauling an 80lb laptop back and forth between home and work. So, I did what any one else would do— I got a computer for work. With my laptop now spending expansive amounts of time in one place, I don’t really need to haul the laptop’s backpack either … in its empty state, it still feels like I’m carrying bricks.

So I did what anyone else would do— I went shopping for a new bag.

But this time, I wanted something small. Just big enough for my current book selection, and a few odds and ends (like my mini-umbrella). Since my books typically are of the same size, I didn’t want a large backpack.

So I did what anyone else would do— I bought a purse.

Sure, in public, I refer to it as a man bag … but it is what it is. Well, it is black nylon, and it does have a padded shoulder strap … oh, and it does double as a “hip pack” when you adjust the straps accordingly.

On the other hand, it doesn’t help that I like to wear over the opposite shoulder— you know, separating my breasts … like most women wear their purses.

I’m as much in touch with my feminine side as the next lesbian trapped in a man’s body, and so it really doesn’t bother me that I wander around sporting a purse.

Really, it doesn’t.

Really.