She pulled the item from her suitcase with excitement and handed it to me. It was bigger than a breadbox and wrapped in a burlap bag. I undid the outer bag, reached in, and pulled it out.
"This is a manpurse, mom." I said. "I'm not sure what I'm going to do with a manpurse."
"Don't you like it."
"Uhhh...yeah. Sure. A little...gay for my tastes though. Not that there's anything wrong with that."
"It's not gay. It's hand-made out of fine Italian leather."
Either my mom doesn't know what gay is, or she's really trying to tell me something.