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Some women are self-centered.
I went shopping for clothes today for the first time in… a year? More? I’ve done a little shopping for special items, like a dress for my brother’s wedding last fall. But my everyday clothes are started to look a bit ragged, so I figure I’ll slowly start adding new items to my wardrobe, so I can feel better tossing the tattered stuff. It’s one thing to look like I don’t care about clothes, it’s another thing to look homeless.
Anyway, as I was there, perusing the women’s clothing departments, I noticed something. There were a LOT of men there, trailing morosely behind their ladies. And the women were completely oblivious to these guys who looked embarrassed and bored senseless, if not pissed, about having to be there with them. The women would hold up this or that and ask what her man thought of it. The men of course don’t fucking care. Their disdain was obvious to me. I can’t believe these girlfriends/wives were just happy as clams to be forcing their men to go shopping with them. AND I can’t believe that these men weren’t like, “you’re going to go look at clothes? Cool, I’ll be over in the electronics department.” Or maybe they did and their ladies threw hissy fits about it. Either this time or at previous shopping trips. So they tuck their tails under their whipped hind ends and follow them around like abused dogs who don’t know any better than to stay with their master. I wasn’t sure if I felt sorry for the couples, or mad at them.
Another thing? Don’t bring you screaming kids shopping. If you can’t get a sitter, don’t go shopping. If you have good kids who know how to behave during outings, by all means, bring them. Although bringing a gigantic stroller that completely clogs the already too-narrow aisles is not cool. But in general, your child doesn’t want to go look at clothes with you any more than your bored-ass man does. I have a friend who actually laughed while saying “I can’t even hear my kids when they’re whining!” Well, guess what, I and everyone else can. If you’re going to be a mother with an attitude like that, then I am going to shake up the social norms and yell at strangers’ kids for them from now on. A well-timed and surprising SHUT IT! from a stranger might be all your brats need.
I can’t believe women even WANT to go shopping with screaming ill-behaved kids or men who are glaring at them the whole time. Are you really that self-centered? Get out on your own and ENJOY yourself. Spend some time with a friend who wants to go shopping too.
Also, I WANT THIS SHIRT SO BAD! But alas, they are sold out of the men’s size. And I am not into love-handle-hugging “girly tees”. Nor do I care for that shade of green that the girl size comes in. So I do so very much hope they make more. That design is so right up my alley. Sidekick to your solar plexus!
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March 11th, 2008 at 07:03 pm
I do have to admit that I have been guilty of taking Simon into the women’s department of the clothes stores and making him look at pointless pieces of clothing. But, in his defense, he’ll usually pacify me for a short while until I know he’s getting bored and then he says “Alright, I’m going to look at video games.” and I’ll wander aimlessly by myself for a while. As for the children?! Good Lord, they drive me nuts. Simon and I always quote this line from a special feature on the “Reno 911″ movie DVD where Trudy says “put a muzzle on your FAT, UGLY KIDS.” Totally true.