Okay, so today I wanna make a quick little post and talk about the man purse. Or, as I like to think of it, my portable life-support system.
For years, I was that guy with the big, clunky backpack. You know the kind—it’s basically a fabric black hole where items go to vanish. Need your bus pass? Good luck spelunking through granola bar crumbs and tangled headphones. By the time you find it, the bus has left, you’ve broken a sweat, and your dignity is in question.
Then one day, I decided to downsize. I ditched the backpack and bought this neat little square bag—a “man purse,” if you will. And let me tell you, I have never looked back. This thing is like Mary Poppins’ carpet bag, but way cooler. I can fit my entire daily survival kit in there: money, keys, credit cards, hand sanitizer, extra pills, pepper spray (because you never know who’s lurking out there), bus pass, inhaler, and my phone charger. That’s it. That’s the whole mobile command center.
And the best part? I’m not constantly hunched over like I’m carrying a sack of bricks to Mordor. My shoulders have forgiven me. My sanity has returned. I don’t have to awkwardly dig for my wallet at checkout like I’m trying to unearth a fossil. I just unzip, grab, done. Smooth as butter.
Honestly, I don’t even remember life before it. What did I do? Shove everything in my pockets like a raccoon storing snacks for the winter? Carry things in my hands like some medieval peasant? It’s baffling to me now.
So yeah—if you’re on the fence about getting one, I say just do it. You’ll look put-together, you’ll stay organized, and you won’t throw your back out trying to find your ChapStick.
Alright, that’s my unsolicited man purse manifesto.