"Maiden" Voyage

This is typically a scenario where I would dispose of the evidence and simply not bring up in casual conversation. However, in the spirit of actually trying to make this blog thing somewhat worth reading, I'm going to open up a bit. I promise I won't typically be so long-winded.
I'm taking off for London tomorrow night and realized I was in need of a new pack to throw all of my crap into and show off on future camping trips, hikes, and so on ("this? oh, i just like to be active i guess. yea, that's a secret compartment. yea, that's a place to purify water," that sort of thing).
I went around to a few worthless outdoors stores, and Target, before realizing I should've just gone straight to REI. I'm not a shopper; I'm in and out. I thought about finding an employee and feigning a few backpackish questions since it was a larger purchase and should feel like I know my stuff, but then found a perfect pack for 1/2 off. The colors were a little fem between the lighter green and burgundy, so I fished around and found one in my color scheme and made the purchase.
Then tonight rolls around and as I'm packing I decide to read up a bit on the features. "Maiden Voyage 70L" is the name - the first time I read it, apparently. Struck me as bit odd of a name, but no biggie. Boarding pass pocket- cool. Compression straps? Sure, that sounds like I'll appreciate it I guess. "Specifically designed to fit a woman's curves..."
Turns out I missed the homely, grinning blonde girl on the sleeve of the owner's manual telling me I had just bought a chick's pack.
I'm not returning it. Mostly because I can't even if I wanted to - lame sale policy - but also because I'm confident enough to utilize my new "zip away shapely torso fit" like I'm the next Bear Grylls.