clutch isn't the most ferocious thing you've seen all day.
(And when I say "ferocious," I mean it in both the fashion-sense and the Bitch-back-up-offa-me-before-you-get-a-mouthful-of-my-fashion-sense.)
Sure, you'd have to pile all of your useless crap on top of your phone and spill it all out onto the table top (or floor, or street-corner) in order to actually find any of your personal belongings...
But it's worth it when you consider the possibility of being a simple "clutch-swing" away from being Right all the time.
I mean, who's gonna argue with the girl who has the most stylish of assault weapons hanging from her shoulder?
... Not Me.