Almost 1/3? So, in other words, 2/3 of men are not the "principal shoppers," so it's done by women more than 67% of the time. Doesn't sound like much of a shift in household roles to me.
I looooove grocery shopping--I drive up to Westchester to get out of the city (it's cheaper anyway) and go at, like, 10 p.m. and stroll through the near empty aisles. It's like yoga.
After enough trips, my shopping habits (planning meals in advance, looking at nutritional labels, balancing the cart in terms of good for you stuff and not so good for you stuff) has rubbed off on Mr. LaComtesse to the point that my Super Type-A crazyass self that doesn't even like other people picking up milk from the store (what if you don't get the optimum expiration date!!!) would be okay if he did all the shopping.
My husband hates shopping, but I can't drive, so we used to go together. I could spend an entire afternoon in a supermarket, checking out the new products, reading labels, and making sure I'm getting the absolute best deal for everything. I tried to control myself when shopping together but no matter what it's torture for him.
Then he starting trying to sell me on internet shopping, and I would love to do that more, but if you don't spend the minimum, the delivery fee is exorbitant.
@MissMoneypenny: My husband hates grocery shopping as well, but I've started a new technique that's made it bearable for him. First, and most important, I decide what we're having for dinner that night and send him to the store for ONLY the ingredients required for the dish. Second, like many women, I've memorized the layout of the grocery store, and I make my list according to aisles. Viola, my husband now has a concrete task and knows where to quickly find everything I've asked for. Because of this system, our grocery shopping duties are split approximately 50/50 and my marriage survives another year. It's the small victories that make a difference.
@AthertonMerriweather: I could spend hours there, too, if it weren't for the ridiculous douchebag factor. That - and it is always super crowded. And then I find myself cursing hippies, which is the beginning of a downward spiral I thought I'd never engage in.
@AthertonMerriweather: even after working there for a year, i still really enjoy shopping there. the produce is just so beautiful, and the bulk aisle, the bakery... lord. i'm in heaven there. it's probably good that i can't afford to go there more often; i'd never get anything else done.
@WaltzingMatilda(theOriginal): The one near me mostly has older hippies in their 50's or 60's. I've found them to be quite helpful when I have questions about recipes or other vegetarian issues. I always thought they were just taking up space, loitering by the organic deodorants, but they're quite the resource!
@AthertonMerriweather: I totally almost just choked on my non-organic ham sandwich. Older hippies are awesome. It is the young, faux-hippies that kill me - no real hippie would EVER hang out near the deodorant. :)
[But you'll have to pry my organic, non-talc baby powder from my cold dead hands, ya hear?!]
@WaltzingMatilda(theOriginal): I love the older hippie women with braids down to their knees! Don't get me started on the hot foods bar. I'll go there over any Boston restaurant. Yes, I'm a cheap date and you'll probably even get some.
@AthertonMerriweather: My bf and I both love Whole Foods, although the nearest one is like 45 minutes away (we go every few weeks, bring a cooler and stock up on the organic goodies). It feels like such a relaxed place to me, and a lot of the house brands are actually cheaper than you'd expect.
That said, I'd give it up for a Trader Joe's in a New York minute.
@AthertonMerriweather: Seriously. Sounds like a hot Saturday night to me. I would sell my first born for some Whole Foods salad bar action whenever I wanted it.
@willwriteforfood: Same here. The closest one to me is about a half hour away. I go there on a Friday night or early on a Saturday morning. I usually just get the things I can't get at my local Stop & Shop...and a million other things I don't need.
Oh, I'm totally stereotypical in this way. My fiance is perfectly capable of grocery shopping. However, I do it because 1) I generally plan the meals -- I like cooking!, 2) I'm better at looking for the specials and discounts, 3) I find it almost peaceful and zen-like; he hates it with a fiery passion.
However, I think this combination of traits could easily be gender-switched with a different couple.
I am going to be completely sexist here and say that I hate men shopping. Specifically, I hate middle-aged and older men (who clearly are not routine shoppers) when I'm trying to get through the store fast. They meander around, leave their cart in the exact center of the aisle so you can't pass, and then monopolize the self-check-out lane checking their items extremely. slowly. one. at. a. time.
Clearly you can see that I am a grouchy old bitch who has been staying at home and doing the housework and not liking it lately. But damn I am one fast and efficient grocery shopper.
I love love love food shopping. It is my zen time (other than being surrounded by assholes). My dude likes to come along, but that just frustrates the whole procedure. It has taken me YEARS to get him to stop only buying canned vegetables. Getting him to see that even frozen veggies are better was a battle. I'll keep the food shopping, thankyouverymuch.
@WaltzingMatilda(theOriginal): I love it too, but sadly my husband has taken it over because he can go while the baby is in daycare, and I'd have to go on the weekend when it's crammed full of moms with cranky kids. He gets to go when it's nice and peaceful and only old people are there. I used to looooove going shopping during the weekday when I was in school.
@Maritsa: That is the best time! I loved it in school, too! I have discovered that the Publix by me is perfect early on Saturday mornings. Less assholeration. But it is like a switch gets flipped at noon.
@WaltzingMatilda(theOriginal): I adore food shopping. I enjoy spending an imprudent amount of time selecting jam, and discovering new stealth vegan foods.
@Sodypop: I'm with you there. I love grocery shopping. I like planning meals. I drag the bf with me on the grocery shopping trips but I suspect he doesn't really mind - he gets to coerce me into buying food I'd never try (kippers, anyone? Goji berries?).
Buying clothing, on the other hand, is nothing but a hassle. If I didn't think people would make fun of me, I'd buy the same outfit in six colors. Online, of course.
AUGHH what is the deal with Grape Nuts?? My guy LOVES them. He let me take a spoonful once and I thought all my teeth would shatter, and that's not even mentioning what the taste did to my belly.
IMPORTANT NOTE: Cinnamon Toast Crunch is still my favorite cereal. I'm sure that's totally irrelevant, though!
There's also lots of men in those fiber one commercials! The one's where they stand around saying how good it tastes so it must not have any fiber.
Statistics aside, though, my dad always comes back from the grocery store with the WRONG SHIT. He's done this so many times I'm convinced he comes from the Paris Hilton/Nicole Richie-Simple Life school of thought, where he purposefully does it wrong so my mom will never ask him to do it again.
@livefreeordorota: It's funny - I never thought that this was epidemic among men, but both my dad and my husband are like that. Something like: "Wait, why did you get peanuts?" "Because you love them." "No, I am deathly allergic to them." "Are you sure? I could've sworn you said you loved them."
A lesser extreme of this scenario occurs every.time. either one of them goes to the store alone.
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I don't consider adding some items a huge problem, but reading labels/signs is pretty basic.
I'm starting to think this must be some kind of male scam- "I'll so a crap job until she takes it over."
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After enough trips, my shopping habits (planning meals in advance, looking at nutritional labels, balancing the cart in terms of good for you stuff and not so good for you stuff) has rubbed off on Mr. LaComtesse to the point that my Super Type-A crazyass self that doesn't even like other people picking up milk from the store (what if you don't get the optimum expiration date!!!) would be okay if he did all the shopping.
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Schlegs: Did you go grocery shopping?
Boyfriend: Yes *guilty look*
Schlegs: Oh, how much money did you spend?
Boyfriend: Uhhh... (enter amount of our combined rent)
Schlegs: BABY! What did you buy?
Boyfriend: Wine and cheese...
Schlegs: JUST WINE AND CHEESE?
Boyfriend: I love you?
This is why we're in debt.
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Plus, there is also divorce too. My dad has to go grocery shopping because he'd otherwise starve.
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American masculinity is under attack.
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Then he starting trying to sell me on internet shopping, and I would love to do that more, but if you don't spend the minimum, the delivery fee is exorbitant.
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[But you'll have to pry my organic, non-talc baby powder from my cold dead hands, ya hear?!]
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That said, I'd give it up for a Trader Joe's in a New York minute.
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Yummm, marshmallows. That would actually be fantastic.
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However, I think this combination of traits could easily be gender-switched with a different couple.
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Clearly you can see that I am a grouchy old bitch who has been staying at home and doing the housework and not liking it lately. But damn I am one fast and efficient grocery shopper.
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- men shop too
- they like pizza
- and beer
- sizes have changed since the 50s
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Buying clothing, on the other hand, is nothing but a hassle. If I didn't think people would make fun of me, I'd buy the same outfit in six colors. Online, of course.
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IMPORTANT NOTE: Cinnamon Toast Crunch is still my favorite cereal. I'm sure that's totally irrelevant, though!
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a) Put a spoonful of sugar on them
b) Allowed them to soak up the milk and get soft and delicious
*Homer Simpson drool here* I want Grape Nuts right now...
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Statistics aside, though, my dad always comes back from the grocery store with the WRONG SHIT. He's done this so many times I'm convinced he comes from the Paris Hilton/Nicole Richie-Simple Life school of thought, where he purposefully does it wrong so my mom will never ask him to do it again.
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A lesser extreme of this scenario occurs every.time. either one of them goes to the store alone.