Sunday, February 5th, 2006
Women shop, men drop
It isn’t true men are afraid of commitment. At least not until women utter those three little words:
Let’s go shopping.
Men are unable to comprehend this sweeping, amorphous, all encompassing word. Shopping. It brings to mind images of several dollar bills springing wings and flying away. The kind you see in cartoon films and comics. Except that life is not a comic book and the joke is on us.
A man’s idea of shopping is pretty specific. If, say, we want after-shave, we go to the chemist and pick up after-shave. We don’t decide, upon reaching the chemist, that while we’re here we may as well stock up on ice cream, Alka Seltzer, mints, Aspirin and anything else that catches our fancy (or our hypochondria).
Sure we go crazy at gizmo stores and window shop more than we should. We may even buy the odd iPod mini (and we’ll pick up the pink one if it makes you happy, hon). But gadget stores are the exception in an otherwise sane shopper’s behaviour.