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Letters 10-27-2014

Paging Doctor Dan: The doctor’s promise to repeal Obamacare reminds me of the frantic restaurant owner hurrying to install an exhaust fan after the kitchen burns down. He voted 51 times to replace the ACA law; a colossal waste of money and time. It’s here to stay and he has nothing to replace it.

Evolution Is Real Science: Breathtaking inanity. That was the term used by Judge John Jones III in his elegant evisceration of creationist arguments attempting to equate it to evolutionary theory in his landmark Kitzmiller vs. Dover Board of Education decision in 2005.

U.S. No Global Police: Steven Tuttle in the October 13 issue is correct: our military, under the leadership of the President (not the Congress) is charged with protecting the country, its citizens, and its borders. It is not charged with  performing military missions in other places in the world just because they have something we want (oil), or we don’t like their form of government, or we want to force them to live by the UN or our rules.

Graffiti: Art Or Vandalism?: I walk the [Grand Traverse] Commons frequently and sometimes I include the loop up to the cistern just to go and see how the art on the cistern has evolved. Granted there is the occasional gross image or word but generally there is a flurry of color.

NMEAC Snubbed: Northern Michigan Environmental Action Council (NMEAC) is the Grand Traverse region’s oldest grassroots environmental advocacy organization. Preserving the environment through citizen action and education is our mission.

Vote, Everyone: Election Day on November 4 is fast approaching, and now is the time to make a commitment to vote. You may be getting sick of the political ads on TV, but instead, be grateful that you live in a free country with open elections. Take the time to learn about the candidates by contacting your county parties and doing research.

Do Fluoride Research: Hydrofluorosilicic acid, H2SiF6, is a byproduct from the production of fertilizer. This liquid, not environmentally safe, is scrubbed from the chimney of the fertilizer plant, put into containers, and shipped. Now it is a ‘product’ added to the public drinking water.

Meet The Homeless: As someone who volunteers for a Traverse City organization that works with homeless people, I am appalled at what is happening at the meetings regarding the homeless shelter. The people fighting this shelter need to get to know some homeless families. They have the wrong idea about who the homeless are.

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Men deserve purses, too

George Foster - September 7th, 2006
In a song from the 1960s, an old Motown band rates the various qualities to look for in women, but concludes, “...first I look at the purse.”
I, too, have made a study of the purse... those carried by men. We need to brace ourselves, guys. In the future, every man will own a purse. Not a wallet, I mean a real honest-to-goodness handbag with shoulder straps, multi-pocketed, and room enough to fill with guy’s stuff.
I knew this was coming. You see, in the late 1960s and early 1970s, I admit to using a purse. At college, some kind of bag to carry books seemed only reasonable. After observing a star basketball player on campus using a purse (a frilly one at that), I decided not to concern myself with how my manhood might be perceived in public. When asked, I informed friends that I had purchased a “pouch” at the army surplus store. At that moment in my maturity, I was still not ready to concede I had been reduced to carrying a purse.
I haven’t used it in 30 years but I came to love that purse... I mean, pouch. It was camouflage green and I imagined it whispered “macho”. Also, I now understood why women carried purses - having daily essentials at an arm’s length is a real luxury. In addition to books, the 1970s lunch of raw nuts and organic fruit didn’t take up much space in the bag. A journal of poetry was also easily stored in my trusty pouch. It was a different era, okay?
The proliferation of cell phones has created a pent-up demand for purses deep in the subconscious male brain. Most guys own mobile phones, but there is no phone-carrying bag currently on the market suitable for men. We usually carry our phones on some variation of a belt hook or in our pocket. The problem with this solution is that phones are continually smashed against walls and car doors. Also, café floors are
littered with cell phones that slide out of male customer pockets. Worst-case
scenarios result in phones falling to ghastly deaths of pavement obliteration or toilet drowning.
No getting around it, men need purses. Today, in addition to mobile phones, a growing problem of keys, key-rings and chains are filling the pockets of most men. We carry keys for workplace doors,
keys for houses, garages, cars, PO boxes, storage units, bicycles, lockers, etc., I
have enough keys, alone, to fill a medium-sized purse.
Don’t forget the latest in high quality, low-priced digital cameras. It is tempting to carry these enjoyable devices on our person, daily. But you try putting a camera-carrying case on your belt, flanked by a mobile phone holder, weighed down by three-dozen keys - not to mention wallet, change, and iPods... good grief.
Women are just smarter than men on this score. My practical wife owns a huge, green purse, a virtual suitcase. Her handbag has miraculous expansion capabilities - for good reason since she fills it with about half of her possessions. Whenever I have been forced to rummage inside of her purse for items, I am once again reminded of how grueling it can be to enter a blackhole of makeup cases, cameras, papers, phones, vitamins, and car keys. Yet, somehow, my wife knows the exact location of each item in her purse.
What men don’t understand is that it will take centuries for us to advance to the level of women in this area of evolution. You see - the purse has become a virtual body part for many females.
In all the years I have observed my mother, her purse rarely left her side. I once attempted to surprise her by snatching her handbag from behind while walking on a city street. Instantly, she switched into crisis mode by putting a two-handed, vice-like grip on her purse that this 200-pound man could not have extracted without a titanic struggle. Only while sleeping, my mother loosens her grip on the handbag. Of course, hanging on the bedroom doorknob, her purse is a mere three-foot leap away from her bed in the rare case an intruder might be tempted. Not surprisingly, my mother has never lost her purse, let alone her mobile phone.
So men, what are we waiting for? I volunteer to be one of the first to acquire a purse... as long as it is camouflage green, of course.
 
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