Rain on my parade. Those are the words that come to mind when I recall my many experiences having made the very unwise decision to go shopping with men. They seem to have this phenomenal; power to turn what should be a great shopping trip into a time of misery and banter. Time that could be spent looking for the next life changing item (because yes buying things does change a woman’s life) and try to convince us that nothing really needs to be bought. Whilst this may be true, most of what us women crave to buy is a want and not a need, there is no need for them to remind us of that constantly.
What happened to treats…it is not like we go shopping every single today. For example today I went to Westfield shopping centre with a man who shall not be named. When I got back I updated my status with the words ‘Today I exercised self-control and only bought sort of necessary items’, my guy decides to comment and put ‘with help’…Excuse me?! With help from who? I remember someone stopping me from going into nearly every single shop I wanted to…I remember someone complaining and making faces when I was in a shop…I remember someone not being of any help when I was deciding what to buy…but I do not remember any ‘help’ being given.
Lets face it, I do not have enough money or credit cards to buy out the whole of Westfields so either way my shopping is capped. So today I re – learned the lesson: shopping with men is something that should be carefully considered and not entered into lightly.