At the risk of having my woman license revoked, I must say: God, I hate shopping.
I don’t hate all kinds of shopping; shopping for gifts, for example, is something I always enjoy. But that’s because I love giving good/great gifts. Book-shopping is also an immensely enjoyable activity for this girl.
Shopping for clothes though - it’s a love-hate relationship, with hatred winning most of the time.
The love part comes from getting clothes that fit me well, bought at a cheap to reasonable price. The loathing occurs more often though:
1. Sales. I love buying cheap stuff but sometimes it’s not worth it. If you’re going to give me just 5 or 10% off in return for the amount of time I must waste standing in line at the fitting room area - no thank you. Unless it’s a great sale, e.g. Zara & Mango, where the discounts are pretty large, it is truly not worth it.
2. Annoying salespeople. You know, the people who keep hovering. They either push everything on sale to you, or follow you around the store in case you run away with their merchandise. Or more annoyingly, the salesperson who talks to you in a disinterested manner because she thinks you’re just window-shopping because you cannot afford to buy their expensive items. (Yeah that’s right, I’m talking about you, saleslady at Kultura.)
3. It’s ridiculously tiring, trying on clothes. Even worse: discovering that most of them - for me, anyway - are ill-fitting. Or sometimes they do fit, except your breasts are on display. Damn cleavage-y foreign brands.
4. When you take hours trying on clothes and end up with nothing. I hate that because I get no particular joy from trying on clothes, so after changing a lot of times and taking, say, 40 minutes in a store and leaving without anything — it feels like a complete waste of time and that pisses me off.
5. It’s hard to find the style that I like here in our malls. Rarely do I see sundresses in the regular stores, which is weird since it seems like one of the best things you can wear in the Philippines because of the heat. The non-frilly, sharp office attire that I prefer, I can only really find at expensive places. Which brings me to…
6. Women’s clothes are f-ing expensive. Seriously, man. The nice polo-type blouses that cost us around 1,500-2,000 pesos cost about 900-1,200 pesos in man-polo equivalent. (I checked.) Sometimes, on the rare occasion that I find something nice, I refuse to buy it because of the unreasonable price tag. P1,500 for a plain and very simple gray top? NO.
7. Shopping with other women. Lord, this is even more harrowing than regular clothes-shopping. An hour shopping with other girls feels like a whole day to me. My mother and sister can attest that my surliness and exhaustion increases exponentially for every minute over 20 minutes that I am with them as they shop. This is also why my sister has to bribe me with food and/or coffee before or after the shopping trip, to keep me from snarling.
I’m due for a shopping trip, actually. Some of my clothes no longer fit so well.
Ugh. The horror.
*Photo from redwood 1