Who is bigger?

2024 Author: James Gerald | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 14:00

I went to the store a couple of days ago.

For lipstick.

And, as ill luck would have it, my color was missing!

Apparently, my taste is good, but that's not about that now.

As you understand, I had to buy nail polish for the new lipstick. And then I remembered that the liquid for its destruction is running out. Already on the way to the checkout, my eyes fell on the waterproof makeup remover, and just the other day I bought a new waterproof mascara - it's winter outside! - I had to grab him too. And also creams for the face and eyelids - I love that everything was from one manufacturer! Well, you understand me.

As a result, almost ten times more than planned was spent.

No, my husband didn't tell me anything. He just squinted at the shelf, in several tiers, lined with the same jars, tubes and boxes, twisted his finger at his temple and made a diagnosis:"

I also said nothing. Needless to say, especially when the stigma is not just a cannon, but peacock feathers.

And then I thought. Still, all women were wrongly branded with the loud title of a spender. Do we women spend more than men? Well, we have our little weaknesses. And who doesn't have them? And so, when I was in that very cosmetic store, did I have a choice? It’s not my fault that the lipstick I needed was missing? The managers are to blame - they didn't keep track of it! The saleswoman is to blame for not choosing the most suitable color for me.

Thus, my thought accelerated to the second cosmic speed, dinner almost burned out, but I realized one important thing: men spend more!

And now I will prove it.

So, proof first.

Let's start with this situation. Have you tried to catch a taxi on a deserted highway at two o'clock in the morning alone (no need to be indignant, I do not hint at anything and do not ask what you could do there!) And with a man? The difference is palpable. How many times, returning far after midnight from discos, my friends and I got home, if not for nothing, then for a meager fee, which was barely enough to justify the gasoline spent. And if there is a man next to you? Yes, the driver will raise the price so that for this money you yourself will agree not only to get there on foot, but also to carry him (the driver, I mean) in your arms! Together with the car.

Let's go further. Second proof.

If you happened to go with your loved one for groceries not to a supermarket, but to a nearby market, then you will understand me. The process of running from one counter to another in search of more beautiful and cheaper tomatoes, strawberries or carrots leads him at first to despondency, then causes a nervous tremor, and after about an hour he is ready to betray a military secret to the first super-agent he comes across, just to find himself on a sweetheart as soon as possible heart couch.

Once, for the sake of experiment, I, who decided that he had gone through a good school of market buying skills (I already said that I have good taste? I also have the talent of a teacher!), I sent my husband to shop myself. As a result, the carrots evoked indecent associations, the potatoes were carefully covered with clods of dirt, and I will not talk about strawberries at all. Although, the compote turned out to be good …

But my favorite is back in fifteen minutes! And I spent twice as much as I would. And from such trifles, as a rule, tidy sums run up.

Conclusion - men can not only bargain, but also carefully choose small purchases. And the process of comparing one thing to another just gives them an epileptic seizure. If in a store I think for more than thirty seconds (and you could quickly decide which blouse to choose if they differ only in shade, both of which are perfect for you?), My husband drags me to the checkout, begging: "Take everything, you will choose at home …"

I’m already silent about what happens to him when I choose the powder! If the voltage that occurs at that moment in his head is applied to the input of the computer, then only a couple of burnt pieces of iron will remain from the latter.

Anyway, who really is the root cause of all our insane spending on the same cosmetics, expensive clothes, beauty salons and gyms? They are our beloved men! My husband may grumble all day long that the closet does not close because of my things, and all the healing creams and balms are enough to rejuvenate Baba Yaga, but if he sees an extra millimeter on my waist, or he doesn't like the smell of cream - he drives first me to correct omissions. So much for you third proof.

And again, remembering my lipstick trip. My joy on leaving the store, I can't even describe it! Wings folded tightly behind my back begged for freedom, eager to lift me up to the blue sky with snow-white, like washed "Tide" clouds. And the city itself … It seemed that the guilty managers, in an apology, painted it with varnishes and shadows that remained after me - the world seemed so bright to me. I'm sure you would feel the same way! And the men? They would have experienced similar emotions if they had acquired, at least, that very cherry Golf! Women's pleasures are much cheaper. What is not the fourth proof?

Well, and for absolutely nothing, proof of the fifth.

It is, of course, highly controversial. But, nevertheless. Have you ever seen men arguing in a restaurant over which of them should pay the bill? Such difficulties do not arise between women. Unless the situation is exceptional, for example, a friend has a difficult financial situation. Well, pay each after the fact, or fold equally. At worst, you can draw up a payment schedule. No, the one who paid for the banquet last time will insist the loudest! It's a strange thing, but if a woman rejoices from the cents saved, then a man - from the rubles spent.

I probably would have come up with more evidence, but by this time my husband had had supper and thankfully kissed me on the lips. And after this, as you understand, thoughts by themselves take on a completely different direction, and they do not want to prove something at all.

But the next time, when at least some man calls me, or all of us women, spenders, I know that I will answer him. And you too now.