My modus operandi when it comes to the internal organization of my purse is more or less; "fling it in there and fuh'geddaboutit." This carelessness makes me feel pretty good for awhile, as most lazy things do. That is; until someone asks me for a pen.
Suddenly my inability to uphold any sort of internal organization system is made apparent. We will find the pen. But only after both myself and my partner have been made privy to the disgraceful assemblage of personal belongings I have been mindlessly toting around all week. It is an intimate moment both weirdly illuminating and subtly shaming.Read More