Last night, Michelle and I attended a dinner-and-cupcake party at Stephanie's apartment, which, luckily, is in my same neighborhood (so I finally wasn't late for once!) She had invited vacationing college friends and more exchange students in the Nanterre-American Law school dual-degree program. One conversation we had was particularly interesting. Michelle and I were talking with Stephanie's friend Sangwani about the convenience of purses. Stephanie had been trying to get Sangwani to take her leftovers (I tease her that she is the quintissential "grandmother," always trying to make sure everyone has enough to eat). Sangwani, however, had no way to carry them home. Michelle and I suggested he find a "murse" (read: male purse, looks like a book bag but smaller - all the rage in Europe). Sangwani was appalled. The conversation proceeded thus:
Me: Well, how are you going to carry things around without some sort of bag?
Michelle: I guess that's why every man needs a woman. Because every woman has a purse.
Sangwani: I completely agree with that statement.
Michelle: but if a man doesn't have a woman? Then obviously he needs his own "murse."
Me: Or maybe the man already has his "murse" and that's why he doesn't have a woman.
Michelle: It's like the chicken or the egg. What came first? The Murse or the Purse?
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