This isn't one of those 'him vs her' battle of the sexes, posts. For that matter, not even one on a rampage to oppose materialism.
This is simply a cry for help, from every guy who's mustered the courage to go upto a girl, only to be cock-blocked by her handbag; every boy who's ever had to buy an extra ticket at the cinema for an inanimate object; every dude who's had to apologise to an animal's carcass (or leather, if you may) for keeping him/her (not it) on the floor, whilst his girlfriend pees ("kyon ki Louis bura man jata hai").
This is from everyone who's had to bag this absurdness (excuse the pun).
I completely get the fascination one has with their fashion accessories (I mean hell, I flaunt my wrist-watch from time to time). However, where I do draw the line is, when you start having full fledged conversations with them. Such monologues (which is exactly what they are) give me the jitters. It is very reminiscent of the creepy little girl in horror movies, who starts talking to her stuffed dolls (and we all know how that ends for her).
I'm sure in an ideal world men, women and handbags would be able to co-exist in harmony. However, let's not flirt with this dynamic in our flawed existence (for the consequences may not go down to well with 'Louis' or 'Prads').
So, take a pledge to resort back to the good old days of the 'self defence handbags'. The ones that would keep lecherous eve teasers on guard, and let go off the high maintenance wimps.
I apologise, if this post has hurt anyone's (not ANYTHING'S) feelings. Until the next time, keep the laughs going.
This is simply a cry for help, from every guy who's mustered the courage to go upto a girl, only to be cock-blocked by her handbag; every boy who's ever had to buy an extra ticket at the cinema for an inanimate object; every dude who's had to apologise to an animal's carcass (or leather, if you may) for keeping him/her (not it) on the floor, whilst his girlfriend pees ("kyon ki Louis bura man jata hai").
This is from everyone who's had to bag this absurdness (excuse the pun).
I completely get the fascination one has with their fashion accessories (I mean hell, I flaunt my wrist-watch from time to time). However, where I do draw the line is, when you start having full fledged conversations with them. Such monologues (which is exactly what they are) give me the jitters. It is very reminiscent of the creepy little girl in horror movies, who starts talking to her stuffed dolls (and we all know how that ends for her).
I'm sure in an ideal world men, women and handbags would be able to co-exist in harmony. However, let's not flirt with this dynamic in our flawed existence (for the consequences may not go down to well with 'Louis' or 'Prads').
So, take a pledge to resort back to the good old days of the 'self defence handbags'. The ones that would keep lecherous eve teasers on guard, and let go off the high maintenance wimps.
I apologise, if this post has hurt anyone's (not ANYTHING'S) feelings. Until the next time, keep the laughs going.
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