Anecdotal observation suggests that women fall into two camps.
The 'this thing is a major pain' camp. I am always loosing it. It is always in the way. The straps are too long; not long enough; missing. Honey, put these items in your pocket so I can leave my purse in the car.
Then their is the 'this is the most awesome thing invented' camp. Everything I need is right there. It complements my outfit; look how my shoes match. It keeps my hands occupied so I don't look awkward. And isn't my purse the cutest thing. Doesn't Fill-in-the-blank design the most elegant purses. I just love the new purse smell.
I'm finding myself in the first camp having yet to feel any of the enthusiasm of the second. I always feel self conscious with a purse, no matter how I carry it. As I shop I am developing a sense of what I like and don't in just about every category. But as I wonder about the racks and racks and tables of purses, they all look the same to me - except for the color. None are cute. A few are down right ugly; but here, for me, ugly doesn't have an opposite.
So, I can understand the utility argument. A sleek dress just wouldn't be the same with stuffed pockets. But that is a weak justification for the fervor. Seems like something to dump money into that you'll never see again. I dunno, maybe that part of my girl wiring just didn't get fully connected.
OK, OK, Kelly! What is the question? Here's the question:
Why are purses such a big deal?