Bitch on the Blog

August 17, 2012

Victoria Station

Filed under: Style — bitchontheblog @ 21:52

There are three types of men in this world: Those who will hold your handbag without batting an eyelid, those who will recoil and those who won’t have a woman anywhere near them.

I have never asked my brother to hold my handbag but dare say he would. After all, at age 18, long, lean and sex on legs, he’d take that excuse of a tiny dog (my sister’s) for walks. A sight if ever there was one. Proof that size is not everything. Confidence is everything. And not giving a hoot what other people think.

I haven’t yet tested this on my son who takes after his uncle in more ways than one (minus the dog) but then I am in no rush to do so. Anyway his legs are so long he usually loses me until he realizes that he is talking to a complete stranger on his heels whilst the woman for whom nothing is too much to make him happy lags some two hundred meters behind.

I shall draw up a list of all the men in my life, related, befriended, married, divorced or just dreamed about, who I think are handbag holders or not. Happily so. On sufferance. Or couldn’t care less. The one you need to beware of is the one who will hold it but only just – on his fingertips, slightly testy as to how long it takes you to arrange yourself before taking repossession of the kitchen sink in your handbag.

Yes, love you too.




  1. What do your post titles mean? Victoria Station. We have a Victoria’s Secret here in the U.S. They sell unmentionable unmentionables (sexy underwear) I went there with my daughter from Sweden when she was here. Was a muscular sexy tall man there in a pretty dress with a small man, buying underwear.

    What did One Night Stand mean? An attention getter? When I saw it I was going to advise if you’ve had one don’t announce it on World Wide Web.

    Love Angel talking to the stranger. I was jogging with my son while he was walking.

    Comment by bikehikebabe66 — August 18, 2012 @ 00:54 | Reply

    • Buying sexy underwear with your daughter? Who was it for? You, her or a third party?

      My dear Bike Hike Babe, my mind largely works by association. So as I was merrily typing away on men holding handbags Oscar Wilde’s “The Importance of being Earnest’ and Lady Bracknell popped into my mind. One of the main characters being found (as a baby) at Victoria Station, London, in a handbag. I could of course, and briefly considered it, have called my post ‘Paddington Bear’, But even I would have found that confusing.

      “One Night Stand” came about in a similar way. Since I ended my post with a sterile “condom” and I find Kindle not to be the real thing ‘one night stand’ was obvious (to me). If I had called it “The Postman always rings twice” I might have found even more question marks in my inbox. And before anyone jumps to the wrong conclusion: I have no opinion on one night stands. One of my friends used to say: “Better rich and healthy than poor and sick”. Wonder what’s become of her.

      And you are right: A good headline should indeed be “an attention getter”. Or as I would say ‘grabber’.

      I will give your Tom the benefit of the doubt and say that he is the type of man who will, even in public, hold your handbag. For thirty seconds.

      I don’t know how I latched onto the subject. But it is rather fascinating how squeamish some men are when it comes to handbags. Mine are tiny. So it’s no hardship to anyone. Or maybe so tiny it’s worse.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 18, 2012 @ 04:00 | Reply

      • I used to carry handbags. I switched to a–? like a huge wallet that held money & cards, Visa, library, insurance, driver’s license that I wore on a shoulder strap. I reduced that to a tiny thing that holds only the cards. Tom holds whatever needs to be carried though.
        It’s bedtime. Nitey night.

        Comment by bikehikebabe66 — August 18, 2012 @ 04:20 | Reply

  2. I’ve done a Men-In-My-Life-Review. I only counted the ones with whom I have had intimate (and by “intimate” I mean sexual) relations with. Four would not carry my handbag if I was beaten and crawling; two would. My son would if he saw I needed help or if I just asked to on a lark. Scrappy wouldn’t even if it was filled with dog treats. He has his reputation to uphold.

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — August 18, 2012 @ 15:59 | Reply

    • Lorna, I love you. You’re adorable!

      Comment by bikehikebabe66 — August 18, 2012 @ 17:26 | Reply

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