I went shopping with my girlfriend last weekend, which was a bigger mistake than saying, “I love you” to her. After only a third into our shopping trip, which was about nine hours, I realized something. It is an instinct for women to shop the way they do and for men to shop the way they do. We can go all the way back to when the only thing to shop for were animals. Let me make this easier for you to understand. Pretend the rabbit represents a sweater. Women like to observe the rabbit/look at the true color of the sweater. Women like to pet the rabbit/ feel the fabric of the sweater. Women like to try on rabbit by putting it on their heads/ women like to try on the sweater. In the end, after five hours, women just either take the rabbit/sweater home or throw it back in the wild/put it back in the rack. Men are completely different, but a lot simpler. All they do is shoot the rabbit and eat it for supper/buy the sweater and put it on at the parking lot. No need to observe, or try it on, or feel the fabric.
Shopping hurts me so much when I’m with my girlfriend. I don’t know what is more in pain when I’m in the mall, my tired legs from walking from Abercrombie to Banana Republic twenty seven times or my hands from reaching down my back pocket and spending everything I have. I guess my wallet is the one that is truly suffering. I just strip a little bit of it every time I purchase something. By the end of the day my wallet feels cold and naked, just like the hunted rabbit.
Nathan Habib
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
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