For those of you who are familiar with my weird quirks and heroine level addiction to fashion know that I go shopping far too often. And most of you also realize that is the correlation, but not necessarily the causation, of my attributed “typical” student-esque financial instability (big surprise…not).
Anyways, to start off my Sunday morning, I decided to head down to Club Monaco prior to spending the afternoon in the library working on this dreaded exercise physiology assignment *whole ‘nother story*. So I’m down at Club Monaco trying on some shirts that I thought might punch up my wardrobe a little better. Unfortunately, I can’t make a hard decision to save my life, so I didn’t end up purchasing anything. However, as I was leaving, I noticed a couple of cute girls in the guys section. Normally I would have just figured that they were shopping for their boyfriends or some form of significant other. Boy, was I wrong on this one. Club Monaco got a huge splurge of sweaters and cardigans this month; some of the biggest items that caught my eye were a couple of these shawl cardigans. Ironically, the girls were sizing up this awesome camel coloured ribbed shawl cardigan. I overheard a bit of their conversation as I was leaving, which went something along the lines of:
Girl 1: “Oh, check out this!”
Girl 2: “Oh, I love that.”
Girl 1: “It’s cute. And it’s not super oversized.”
Girl 2: “Maybe I’ll look into getting one too”
That’s the extent of the conversation I heard. I walked by slow enough as it was and if I lingered any longer then I would be that creepy guy.
Anyhow, the beef I have is: What on earth, is with girls, shopping in the men’s section at a store like Club Monaco, where women already have an abundant selection of garments to choose from while the men’s section is ridiculed to a quarter of the store’s stock. Honestly, how is this necessary? It’s already hard enough to find a decent selection of men’s clothing here in Victoria. It’s competition enough to find articles of clothing that are nice, comfortable and versatile that don’t cost my monthly income that no other male will have. Not to mention, clothes that FIT me! Now I have to compete with women my age too? WTF?!?! Not cool, women of Victoria. Not cool. Now, its funny that this comes up, because the other day my friend Jocelyn (yes, the same Jocelyn) was proposing a very similar incident. She was looking at gingham shirts the other day and told me she found one at the Gap. I automatically looked online in the women’s section, assuming that’s where she saw it. But no, of course, she found in the men’s department. Not only is she copying me now (in the gingham department), but she’s stealing my selections too. Jocelyn, if you are reading this, please don’t take offense to any of this. So as a little message to women everywhere out there: STOP STEALING CLOTHES FROM THE MEN’S DEPARTMENT. Stick to the women’s section, please & thank you. Like I said, it’s already difficult enough for a man of my stature to find clothes that are nice, affordable, practical, versatile and in MY size. If you want to wear something oversized and hipster, borrow your boyfriend’s, your brother’s or your dad’s clothing. That is all.
Oh and another tid bit of information to all women out there: Never make eye-contact while eating a banana. Ever.
