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I mean I unironically love posting up in a back alley and having a chat with some random smokers/vapers, and I love camping.
Now, I love going shopping with a lady as well, but only if they're honest with themselves and actually give a shit about your fashion sense, as applied to them.
If they're genuinely looking for advice, ideas?
Hell yes, fuck I'd call that a fun date, or at least a part of one.
If they mostly just want you to be there as an affirmation machine?
Byeeeeee~!
Every store I go to now doesn’t have a chair. They all had chairs near the changing room, now not a single store has one.
I call them 'men benches' and that's where I'll happily peruse some Lemmy when the missus is shopping
Shop till you drop, baybee
I hate these jokes. It's like the boomer, "god wives are the worst amirite guys?!" jokes. It's really not that hard to enjoy shopping with your lady.
I'd say it wasn't about "women shopping bad" but the amount of men clothing's in stores is borderline boring in comparison.
Women get 58382992 items in 2838473 colorful combinations, we got 3 pair of pants in black or lighter black. Slightly exaggerated maybe.
No dorkus this is a joke about how clothing stores are 99% women's clothes and have maybe a tiny corner for men.
Now that you pointed it out, I see the single shirt hanging in the last two panels. My first read of the comic was also "lol women love shopping" trash humor.
I ID with it. Women's thrifting is 90% of the store. Men's thrifting is the 4 things that will fit me that someone's uncle died in.
It's dreadful. A few years ago the "The wife did [insert silly thing tech-averse or shopping-obsessed person does] so I did [insert I-am-very-smart-action]" jokes were dying out, or so I thought. But hey, they are back en masse, and worse, re-done by a younger generation who fancies themselves emancipated and modern. Yuck. If you find living and/or spending time with your chosen person of the opposite sex so horrible please just don't?