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How to shop at the supermarket and still be a man

November 21, 2009

(Another random auto generated post which will come up at really weird times)

So my friends tell me that going to the supermarket is not macho. 😛

Hm. What is it that makes a dude look like an auntie. Is it the shopping basket? Or the trolley?

When I was in college, my roommate told me that cooking was for girls. Then I told him that all the famous chefs in the world were men. And so were the best tailors, fashion designers, engineers, artists, rock climbers, bla bla bla. Well he was from Iowa so I wasn’t surprised that he was surprised.

That doesn’t mean women aren’t good in these things. They just don’t make nearly as much noise as men I think. 🙂

I digress. Actually I do agree – as far as a couple of years ago, I already realized that pushing a supermarket trolley’s not the most macho thing in the world to do. That is why I devised a strategy to get around that.

Instead of pushing it, I pull it. Yeah. I drag the trolley behind me. That shows you’re in the driver’s seat, in control, you da man!! Try it. Problem solved. LOL.

So next time if you see some dude pulling a cart at Cold Storage, remember that’s not me. He copied it from me. Another LOL.


Okay for some serious stuff, still at the store.

A kid follows his mom to the supermarket. He sees a fancy toy and wants one.

Mommy says no, you’ve got plenty already. Why do you want another one.

Kid says I don’t care, I want it. And he bawls like a baby while his mom continues with her shopping, ignoring his cries.

Now had junior opted to stay home and kick the ball around in the yard like he always does, he would’ve been one happy camper.

But stay home and miss all the fun outside? That’s dumb! So out he went to have fun, and now he’s unhappy.

Why unhappy? Because he saw something he never saw before and decided if only he could have it, life would be just perfect. But mommy says he couldn’t have it so what was previously a perfect life before he laid eyes on the damn thing suddenly became imperfect.

Let’s rewind that and do it in slow motion at the molecular.

The eye made contact. Contact ignited desire. Desire triggered craving. Craving led to suffering, and with suffering come all the tears and woe.

Here’s the killer. If mommy refuses to buy it, junior’s dissatisfied. If mommy buys it and it breaks or gets old after a while, junior’s still dissatisfied, dissatisfaction being the leading cause of abandoned toys. Whatever mom decides, the final outcome is the same – junior’s dissatisfied.

Now replace the kid with you, and the toy with whatever thing you crave but cannot afford. Like a Ferrari maybe.

Ring a familiar bell?

The things you learn in a supermarket. Like do we ever really grow up.

5 Comments leave one →
  1. November 21, 2009 9:56 pm

    it’s the same. people are never satisfied with what they have, and that brand new toy just seems to be better than everything we have now. and MAYBE, just MAYBE that new toy will be able to fill up a missing piece in our life…or so we hope.

    so we buy that thing, and after a while, we get tired, throw it aside and look for another brand new toy. Tat’s life. 🙂

    maybe it’s better to think whether that new toy can really really help us achieve what we want…before actually buying (and wasting) it.

  2. November 21, 2009 10:37 pm

    It’s like chasing a rainbow. If you get to it you get all wet. Some even think there’s a pot of gold at the other end… All because of the beautiful colors you see. Like what they show you in the commercials. The thing is; if they stop, and you stop, the economy stops. So everything has to keep going.

  3. November 22, 2009 2:12 am


    Your “toy” it a she? hehe :p

  4. November 22, 2009 3:36 pm

    And about pushing that trolley in the supermarket; I do it almost every trip and even pay for all the purchases as well. And before we leave I’d go to the Gent’s and check. Nothing’s ever changed! 😀

  5. November 25, 2009 8:42 pm

    I just do shopping in supermarket and take it as a normal thing/chores to do…. It’s only a mindset thing. Nothing to be ashamed off. Perhaps, for others, it do take some practice and erasing the unmachoness thinking out of the mind. So, does that mean, shopping for a car is not a girlly things for girls to do?

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