I wear cute clothes, carefully apply my eyeliner, and have the self-important strut down like a pro, yet nothing - not even my 4-inch black satin round-toed pumps - garners me more "how you doin'?" eyes on my way to work than my cupcake suitcase.
I'm not sure if it's the mini-desserts that entrances men, or the intrigue that a professional woman would be carrying such a blatant Soccer Mom accessory. Maybe a little of both.
And maybe I like it that way.
29 January 2007
The power of the cupcake suitcase
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It makes perfect sense. It is the perfect woman (virgin/whore dichotomy) coalesced.
Men want a powerful, hot, foxy woman with sex appeal and ambition, but they also want her to come home a make dinner (and cupcakes!) each night and dote upon them.
And is that a problem?
I've come to learn some men actually *don't* want a woman like that. Maybe they find her too threatening. Maybe they like the idea of a 24-hour-a-day Betty Crocker Soccer Mom. One thing is for sure, though, and that's that they all like my cupcakes.
I didn't mean all men, but I think that's a type of woman a lot of men like. I am happy to be that type of woman myself (as is the man in my life).
I'm happy to be that type of woman, too, but sometimes the type of woman we're happy being turns out not to be the type the man we love wants. Sad but true.
All I know is that I want a cupcake suitcase for our birthday. Three years from now, I'll be the envy of the PTA, bringing my daughter's birthday cupcakes in their special cozy home.
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