Four words that can instill terror and spontaneous mental conditions in at least 80% of men: The Mall at Christmas. I’ll spare you my hunter vs. gatherer theory again (I’ll link it layer), but I think there’s a deeper rabbit hole. Of course, the rabbit is gone and has made this funky furry vest possible. Shopping with Xiom normally doesn’t send me into a schizo-fit even when she drags me to polar corners of a clothes store 18 times to opine on A/B options.
If we were shopping for ourselves, then this is easy.
“I don’t like that, it makes you look like a serial killer.”
“Okay.”
That being said, the object of opinion probably gets bought anyway. When Xmas shopping, however, our opinions have to match regarding gifts for third parties. This gets more complicated than that time I had to explain how what I do has nearly no resemblance to the movie “Hackers.” Today I must have won a mall-opinion gift card, we’ve been on a roll. I think I’ve run out of points just now and I’m running for a couch and the comfort of the internets to shop online… …at the mall.
