I won’t shop, don’t ask me
This is not so much due to distaste for the process as it is the fear of becoming Shopping Man:
Shopping Man doesn’t really think it’s “shopping” unless he returns with a month’s worth of steak, onions, garlic and generic black socks that *you* will lose in the dryer within the next 3 days anyway.
Hardly his greatest offense, either:
Shopping Man has interesting ideas of how you should look that are not based on any kind of reality. Why should it be up to him if you look like a nun, a slut, or a slutty nun knocking off the local 7-11 whilst blowing bubbles with bazooka gum? I don’t think so.
Then again, Henny Youngman once complained: “Someone stole all my credit cards, but I won’t be reporting it. The thief spends less than my wife did.” Nobody’s going to accuse Henny of being Shopping Man.
fillyjonk »
12 October 2009 · 12:24 pm
Wow. That’s…harsh. Not that I have a lot of experience shopping-with-men but, crikey.
CGHill »
12 October 2009 · 5:33 pm
I think there’s something of a case to be made that except in unusual circumstances, you shop by yourself. Back in my family-guy days, I figured I was better off looking after the youngsters than offering any purchasing advice.
Jeffro »
12 October 2009 · 9:59 pm
So what happens when (if ever) she goes with him to a Bass Pro Shop or Cabelas?
CGHill »
12 October 2009 · 10:18 pm
I have a feeling I don’t want to be there when it happens.
McGehee »
13 October 2009 · 7:12 am
Not only did my wife go happily into Cabela’s every time I had the opportunity, she had gone in by herself once before when I couldn’t go with her. She also accompanied me the one and only time I went to Bass Pro.
Of course, for her going to those places with me is kind of like when a mother takes her kids to Six Flags.