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BIC For Her Medium Ballpoint Pen (Box of 12) - Black

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Normally I only use pens designed and created for real men, in colours appropriate to such instruments of masculinity - black like my chest hair or blue like the steely glint of my eyes, or the metallic paintwork of my convertible Mustang sportscar. Imagine then the situation I found myself in when, upon taking delivery of another shipment of motorbike parts and footballs, I reached for and grasped not my normal BIC pen, but a `BIC for Her Amber Medium Ballpoint Pen' (evidently ordered by my well-meaning, but ill-informed girlfriend whilst my back was turned). I knew something was wrong when I had to physically restrain my hands, gnarled and worn from a lifetime of rock-climbing and shark wrestling, from crushing the fragile implement like a Faberge egg. Things only went downhill from there.

Normally my hand writing is defined and strong, as if chiselled in granite by the Greek gods themselves, however upon signing my name I noticed that my signature was uncharacteristically meandering and looping. More worryingly the dots above the I's manifested themselves as hearts, and I found myself finishing off the signature with a smiley face and kisses. Obviously I had no choice but to challenge the delivery man to a gun fight on the rim of an erupting volcano in order to reassert my dominance. Had I not won this honourable duel this particular mistake might have resulted in a situation that no amount of expensive single malt whiskey and Cuban cigars could banish. I leave this review here as a warning to all men about the dangers of using this particular device, and suffice-it-to-say will return to signing my name with a nail gun as normal.

I bought this pen (in error, evidently) to write my reports of each day's tree felling activities in my job as a lumberjack. It is no good. It slips from between my calloused, gnarly fingers like a gossamer thread gently descending to earth between two giant redwood trunks.

Interestingly enough, this is what I get if searching for "Bic for him".
Stylish Refillable Lighter
Because we manly men don't really need ink. We write with blood and fire.

I never did very well at school. I wanted to learn and it felt like all the words I needed were right there in my head, but I just couldn't get them onto the paper in front of me. If I really pushed myself, I could sometimes manage to draw pretty flowers in the margins but this didn't please Sir and I was soon in all the bottom sets. What really confused me is that I had no problems in cookery or textiles. At the time I didn't understand why I could grip and use a wooden spoon or sewing needle but couldn't properly hold my black-coloured pen for more than 45 seconds without dropping it on the floor and weeping.

Things were a bit better when I left school to go and work sweeping up hair at the local salon - yet again, the broom seemed to just fit into my grip as if it was meant to be there - and I saved up to buy a pink laptop. I still had trouble writing for a long time because, although the case was pink, the keys weren't designed for female eyes which, as we all know, struggle to discern between shades of black and grey. I could write for about 4 minutes at a time, though, and that's how I found out about these wonderful pens for girls like me.

As soon as they arrived, I was soothed by the pink packaging - I'd been feeling stressed after driving back from work because my hands just won't stay on the black, leather-effect steering wheel in my cute mini. Anyway, I quickly found a piece of notepaper with pictures of kittens round the edges and had a go at writing my name. It was amazing! The pen just stayed in place between my fingers, just like it always had for the boys in my class at school. Well, in no time I'd filled a whole notepad and had to go and get another one!

Now I've gone back to night school and hope to realise my ambition of enrolling on a childcare course next year. I'm also halfway through writing an erotic novel set in Victorian times - but with vampires!

My only criticism of these wonderful pens is that I get a bit bored with all 12 looking the same. I get around this my customising each pack. At the moment, the pen I have in use is covered in stripes of glitter and I glued a pink pompom and one of those diamanté charms you get on mobile phones (I couldn't fit any more on my phone) onto the top. I think BIC should start adding pens like this to their range because some women find it difficult to hold tubes of superglue properly - I asked the 6 year old boy who lives next door to help me.

This pen is great. I bought it for all my female friends and relatives. It enabled them, finally, to write things (although they may not yet know to do so on paper; but you can only expect so much, really). I thought they were just a bit slow.

My mother, a hard-working woman who raised twelve kids single-handedly whilst doing all the ironing (as nature intended), was furtively abashed by her illiteracy. Long would she gaze upon her husband and sons' scrawlings and would dedicate five minutes a day (which she really should have spent making sandwiches) to pray that one day she would be granted the ability to create such scribbles of her own. She's still a little slow on the uptake, but this product has definitely helped start the ball rolling. We tried to give her men's pens but she used to rip the cartridges out and drink the ink. Typical woman.

Anyway, it's good that BIC are finally doing something to aid the plight of women. Hopefully a range of 'for her' paperclips is on the horizon - my wife has an awful time keeping her recipes together.

I'm a self-made man.
Born out of the mouths of wolves and serpents.
Raised up by degenerates and whores in the gutters of your forgotten cities.
Among the spawn of your outcast, your rebuked, your lepers.
Breaking bread with gangsters, hustlers, real thugs.
Scorned by your fearful leaders, and your simple masses.
Bearing no marking, no number, no names.

Turned life around and became CIO of a successful Fortune 500 company that sells sophisticated weapons to the U.S Military.
I'm straight business. Contrary to most males, my sex drive is non existent. Money always on my mind.
I walked into the office one day when I saw one of these pens on my desk. I immediately fired the secretary since she was the closest female within a 100 ft radius, but not before telling her to throw it in the trash.

Two days later a meeting was held in my office. When it was time to sign the $5,000,000 contract, my pen was out of ink. Not wanting to keep our clients waiting, I saw this ray of pink light beaming out of my trash can. It was the pen my secretary had thrown out. Not having a choice, I reached for it as it was my only option.

As soon as i grabbed the pen, time came to a complete still. Ponies came out the back of the pen, rainbows shot out the front, and it started raining glitter in my office.

I quit my job on the spot and now i'm a dance choreographer at an underground PRIDE club in NYC.

I have asked my husband if I am allowed these, he says that my weekly allowance for lady things is sufficent, and that "if there is any writing to be done I will do it thank you"

I realised of course that he is right as in all things, and this is an unobtainable dream and I will stick to my pink crayons.

I tried these on a whim, and I have to say I wasn't very impressed. The applicator mechanism is far too fiddly, and the plastic tampon inside far too thin (not to mention uncomfortable and non-absorbant) - I'm sure there must be a knack to using them, but I couldn't find it. They also stained my knickers blue for some reason. I really wanted to like these, but it's back to pads for me.

Oh. My. God. I've been doing it all wrong. There was me thinking I didn't need to worry about whether my writing implement sufficiently reflected my gender. Thank you so much Bic for showing me the error of my ways. Perhaps Bic will also bring out a new range of pink (or purple) feminine spanners, screwdrivers, electric drills and angle grinders so that I can carry out my job as a bicycle mechanic without further embarrassing myself? Luckily my male colleagues have managed to keep their disapproval of my use of their masculine tools to themselves. I'm so ashamed. And re-educated as to my place in society. Thanks again Bic!

I always have difficulty with that little clicky thing at the bottom of biro's. Can never really work out what it's for although my husband tells me it's a special way that men have for pushing up the ink filled tube in order that the pens write. Not being a man myself, I have obviously never been privvy to that little secret.

But NOW we lucky ladies have a pen designed just for us. How marvellous. Thank you for making my life just a little more pink, it will go wonderfully well with my pink poodle and pink towels.

A few years ago, I did dreadfully badly at my university exams and I now know why, I had purchased a wrongly-gendered pen. I may sue BIC at some point if I can persuade my husband to drive me to a lawyers office.

Listen BIC, any chance you could produce a ladies pencil to go with it? Preferably one that doesn't have that complicated little clicker on the bottom because, as I've already said, I've never mastered those.

Before I bought this item, my husband would come home to find me in dungarees and Doc Martens, sipping scotch whiskey, since buying this item, I'm happy to report my wardrobe now mostly consists of pink gingham and aprons. I can't tell you how liberating I find this. Thank you Bic, you old Devils.

Must dash, I can hear the menfolk coming home from a day in the fields...