How the hell do females do it? How the hell do they make a physically and emotionally draining experience into a social activity as well as an obsession? Are we THAT different? If chimpanzees are within 0.01% of our genetic make-up, maybe the assumption that we are more similar to female humans than chimpanzees is no longer valid.
I was talking about shopping of course. The word conjures images of Marlon and Shawn screeching that word in a retarded falsetto while looking like pale freaks of nature. What normal males view as a functional activity I view as a means to lose all your hard-earned and precious moolah while at the same time feeling surges of inferiority at being unable to acquire really cool stuff. There is simply no way to find middle ground between two such conflicting feelings. Its like I'm a miser and a member of the proletariat simultaneously. And when the daunting task of buying all the necessary supplies for a 5 year stint in a country where polar bears might survive falls on you, its Homer's odyssey all over again. After 4 hours of gruelling battle I was able to vanquish that one-eyed monster called consumerism. There's no chance of Homer turning in his grave because he was never buried.
Women women women. Cant understand em, cant stand em, and cant stay without em. But thats another story.
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