Bagged

Being male, I have very little knowledge about the Semiotics of the Handbag, and as such I know that I should never buy one as a gift for female relatives and friends. It's inevitable that I would buy something that I considered quite nice, only to have it regarded with horror and scorn by the recipient. It is the nature of things. That's why my sisters got kitchenware for Christmas.


But even from my lowly male state, I know enough to understand why a friend in Melbourne went into conniptions when she received this from her sister.





I can put it no better than she put it herself: "It looks like the sort of thing an eight year old would buy for a transvestite."