We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Bogus or not, I like these ideas for guys to avoid accompanying their spouses on shopping trips. (It's like the age-old trick of breaking the vacuum cleaner every time one is asked to use it). This is from Mostly Safe for Work:
I've lately fallen into the habit of turning all the books on/about/by Obama that I can find in the local Borders with the spine facing in, or obscuring the magazines with The One or His Wife on the cover behind the recent copy of Shooting Sportsman. It takes too long, though, owing to the proliferation of same.
On anther note, I do most of the grocery shopping in our household, and my wife is fine with it. No only does she not have to go to the store, but we save money as well. She is more of an impulse shopper and buys the name brands, while I stick to store brand items and only buy on impulse if it is a big, big bargain (as Dave Ramsay would say). My father is the same way, so I wonder how common this is?
The guy in that article is really creative. I'm fascinated. My husband loathes shopping, except for grocery shopping, where he can wander around and contemplate the free enterprise system in all of its glory of detail -- and also the cute girls, who are also shopping, in all their glory of detail. But the buy in the article is a real havoc-wreaker with an unusual imagination.
And Ron, the way the Victoria's Secret store smells is the scent of Women getting ready to Go To War.