On Shopping [antikvár]

BeginningIt saddens and amazes me that there are people out there who actually hate shoppuig. Men, for instance, are traditionally supposed to be hopeless at it: grumpy and monosyllabic when lured down the high street, wishing they were at home browsing the web for gadgets instead. Now, 1 don t want to come over all American self-help manual here (pity - I'd probably have a best-seUer on my hands if 1 did: Because You're Worth It - How to Shop for the Self within You), but hating shopping is a terrible accident. It happens to people whoVe never shopped properly, and allow one bad experience to contam-uiate and suUy the rest of their shopping life. It is extremely sad, a) because it just is and b) because we aU have to shop, whether we like it or not. So we may as well like it. Even heterosexual blokes.1 can see how it happens, though, shop-hatred. Devoted as 1 am to my number one hobby, it would be plaui foolish not to admit that some shoppuig experiences are absolutely hellish. 1 am thinking of Oxford Street on a Saturday afternoon: swarms of people not knowuig what they want but knowing they want it badly, milling around like grubs (I'm