Before you judge me, walk a mile in my disgusting shoes.
My usual shopping pattern is to notice that I want something, then wait long enough that the company making it goes out of business. Top tip for zero spending, there. However, sometimes I actually need things. In that case, I wait long enough until I can find them in a skip.
This month, my annoyance about gender stereotyping seems to have compressed down to a single declaration bellowed at me from all angles: WOMEN LIKE SHOOOOOOOES. Also, women like shopping, and particularly, women like shopping for shoooooes. As though this were a) universal and b) somehow so invincibly trivial an activity that it can be used to denigrate an entire gender.
Because of these things, I am glad to report that, needing a pair of shoes, I have just found them in a skip.
(For those who worry about my wellbeing, they're a nearly-new good-quality pair in my size that were previously being used in an art project - yes, the art-skip at the back of my office triumphs again! - and they were left politely at the side of the skip, not covered in broken glass and jam. For those who worry about my sanity, I can offer no such comfort.)
This month, my annoyance about gender stereotyping seems to have compressed down to a single declaration bellowed at me from all angles: WOMEN LIKE SHOOOOOOOES. Also, women like shopping, and particularly, women like shopping for shoooooes. As though this were a) universal and b) somehow so invincibly trivial an activity that it can be used to denigrate an entire gender.
Because of these things, I am glad to report that, needing a pair of shoes, I have just found them in a skip.
(For those who worry about my wellbeing, they're a nearly-new good-quality pair in my size that were previously being used in an art project - yes, the art-skip at the back of my office triumphs again! - and they were left politely at the side of the skip, not covered in broken glass and jam. For those who worry about my sanity, I can offer no such comfort.)