Just the other day, I found myself thinking about purses, but not for the reasons that you might think. My apologies-I’m not gay. I was listening to the radio to an old Seinfeld routine where he was pondering the supposed purpose for women’s purses. Now, I’m not a huge fan but he intrigued me and I found myself listening.

To me, a woman’s purse is like a huge black hole. It’s like the Sarlacc that Jabba the Hutt was going to feed Han Solo to. Things go in though rarely come out. I used to be amazed, when I used to work for a small watch/jewelry company, how female customers would come to my counter to drop off a woman’s gold chain. The same thing would always happen. She would dump out her purse, pick through the contents and fish out the chain, which more often than not would be kinked up. Guess who would then untangle it?

I think that a purse is an excuse. It’s a cute excuse where women just throw their crap inside. let me give you an example. I have a friend that has a purse with a pocket specifically for her blackberry. Guess where she puts it? On no, not in the blackberry pocket, but just about anywhere else in her purse! More than once, she’s forgotten her blackberry or couldn’t find it. Now, if she just put it in her blackberry pocket, she would probably find it easier. Either that or know the first place to look.

I know. I’m naive. What I just suggested is a simple answer and we, men, are problem solvers by nature. I know because I have suggested the blackberry pocket solution numerous times only to be ignored. I guess that our solutions only make sense to us.

I just wish that women could admit purses’ real purpose. They’re not to look cute or to go with some outfit. No, it’s a place for women to put their crap. I swear that I’ve never encountered a more inefficient storage tool. I’ll tell you-if a person were to ever design the world’s most storage-efficient purse that looked cute, then that person truly would deserve a Nobel Prize. Hell, I would create a new category to justify it.