Years ago when I believed that men should ride up on white horses and rescue women from the fate and tragedy that is their parents, I believed it was “cute” and “romantic” that men went shopping with women. Men traditionally, don’t like to “shop.” Although, my Dad, can out shop the best of them. Now, I am not a big shopper. Perhaps if I had endless dollars to spend, the killer body for the cute clothes, and stores that sold things with a remote sign of taste, I might be interested. So, for the most part, I run in, grab a few items, run out. (Repeat). I should mention that the foresaid habit has me returning a lot of items since I don’t try anything on. ANYWAY . . .
There I am shopping at the local JC Penney, which has a great section for work clothes for petites like myself (not a shameless plug, just a reality!). Now, I was on a mission, I had to find some work pants and a dress or two. While I am trying to super shop and get it over with, I am fighting through the tight rows of clothes with men. What are men doing the petite women’s section at JC Penny? Why, they are picking out clothes for their women. What? Yes! Problem is, the women are also shopping a row or two down. Not only do I have one shopper getting in my way, now I have two! And, I have to hear the arguments between the two about the garments they have picked out. The woman insulted that her man picked that out for her, so he runs me over between racks of clothes to pick out something she will approve of (I won’t even begin to discuss what happens if he might have picked out something that could make her look fat) Gasp! I look over at the bench near the dressing room with one man sitting there looking bored and I thought “smart man” for getting out of my way so I can shop. Oh wait, did I just think that? If my husband were here, I would be so annoyed that he was sitting there looking so bored asking “when can we leave?” On the other hand, do I want my husband picking out clothes for me? Examining a pair of pants deciding if my ass would fit in those? I think not. Would I want my husband getting in the way of another women’s mission to shop and he is scanning clothes having no idea what he is doing? You know what? I will take my bored husband over the shopping husband any day.
There I am shopping at the local JC Penney, which has a great section for work clothes for petites like myself (not a shameless plug, just a reality!). Now, I was on a mission, I had to find some work pants and a dress or two. While I am trying to super shop and get it over with, I am fighting through the tight rows of clothes with men. What are men doing the petite women’s section at JC Penny? Why, they are picking out clothes for their women. What? Yes! Problem is, the women are also shopping a row or two down. Not only do I have one shopper getting in my way, now I have two! And, I have to hear the arguments between the two about the garments they have picked out. The woman insulted that her man picked that out for her, so he runs me over between racks of clothes to pick out something she will approve of (I won’t even begin to discuss what happens if he might have picked out something that could make her look fat) Gasp! I look over at the bench near the dressing room with one man sitting there looking bored and I thought “smart man” for getting out of my way so I can shop. Oh wait, did I just think that? If my husband were here, I would be so annoyed that he was sitting there looking so bored asking “when can we leave?” On the other hand, do I want my husband picking out clothes for me? Examining a pair of pants deciding if my ass would fit in those? I think not. Would I want my husband getting in the way of another women’s mission to shop and he is scanning clothes having no idea what he is doing? You know what? I will take my bored husband over the shopping husband any day.
