Man Purses and the Sacred
This morning I popped out of bed a bit early and started getting a few things done before work. It gave me ample time to organize everything for the day, but I realized that after I put together my lunch and a few other oddities that I usually take with me, I was actually looking at quite a bit of stuff to carry.
Not too much, but just enough to not be able to fit into my hands and pockets. I didn't want to take my backpack though. School is done for now, and frankly I'm sick of looking like a student all the time anyway (which of course is odd, since I AM a student).
So for a fairly descent solution I found one of those nifty starbucks brown-paper gift bags and placed everything inside. This worked pretty well but as I left my house I found myself wishing that men had some sort of a purse option at their disposal. That's right, a man-purse. If I were a woman I'd have a purse, and I could carry all kinds of stuff in it all the time. I easily could have fit my lunch and oddities in there today.
...everybody.
And we have to settle for Justin Timberlake. Pretty sad. But if Chicago were singing today they'd be kids music.
Speaking of Music, I enjoyed this post by Brant on the wiles of secular labeling. I think he's on the right track, although it's also important to consider that we need to understand certain things as secular as they move away from the sacred.
What I mean is that sure it's ok to gripe about the labeling of "secular" vs "christian" music, and I often do (although luckily for Melinda Doolittle that distinction exists, 'cause she's gonna make a pile of money in that "christian" market), but you can't just lump everything in the world as "that which exists in God's Kingdom, thus "not secular". Because even within the whole of God's Kingdom there are those things that move away from and even against God. Those things are not sacred. They are secular.
Boy that was a Random Post. – dan
I don’t know what I would do without a purse! I carry so many things around with me (that I need, by the way) that would make my pockets way too frumpy, if everything would even fit in my pockets. It just can’t be done.
And over the years I’ve come to determine some important features that a purse must have in order to be one of mine. It must have only one strap, not two. My hair gets caught between double straps, and I hate that. It also must have a zipper. I need to be able to toss it into the back seat without worrying that everything will spill out. It’s really nice to have a smaller zippered compartment on the inside, too, for my secret items. And it’s got to be just the right size – big enough to hold my things, but small enough to carry in my backpack with everything else I carry to and from work during the week.
Choosing a purse is no joke!
My advice to you, Dan: stick with the backpack.