Thank You, Grau, for Setting Us Free!

Well, it finally happened. A man has discovered our secrets about purses. As Blog father Grau of Frizzensparks put it,

But given the expertise that a lifetime of studying fictional sci-fi technology has given me, I can say without a doubt that a woman's purse can not only hold more than it's spatial dimensions would suggest, occasionally the fabric of time/space acts gets ripped near them and strange things occur. It's like a TARDIS for tampons.
Women have been keeping this secret from us from generations. Centuries of assorted lost feminine items are drifting through alternate realities, only to reappear through dimensional tears. I swear one day I saw my wife pull an 18th century cast iron curling iron from her tote, then immediately use it to bash the tentacle of some otherdimensional thing back down into the gaping maw of her handbag.

And of course it doesn’t end there. You gotta read it because it's very funny stuff.

The secret is unlocked. Damn. I was really hoping we could hold on to this deceit forever. It was inevitable, however, that someone find out and tell the world what our purses are really about. I mean, truly, the lying and constant trying to hide the truth, really was getting old.

All the Matchbox cars were a ruse. The melted crayons… all a ploy. The dried up cheerios and gummy candies… all part of the cover up. And the extra 20 lbs, wasn’t really spare change consisting of pennies, dimes, and quarters, having found their way to the bottom of my purse over time as I quickly threw it in there instead of looking for my wallet since a child was screaming in my ear that he had to pee or all three kids had somehow thrown me into sensory overload and I was just looking to get the hell out of the store. Screw the wallet! The change still made the damn purse!

Ahhh… it just feels so good knowing we don’t have to hide it anymore. The truth is out and it is liberating! (Grin!)