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Retail therapy is a woman’s way of dealing with stress, angst, and general discomfort in her life. It doesn’t take much: the boss is in a bad mood, she’s having a bad hair day, a stressful day, an argument with her boyfriend or husband… you get the picture.

In fact, retail therapy is probably what saves a lot of men’s lives: instead of taking out our frustration (probably caused by a man) on the man, we take it out on our wallets and bank accounts. Terrible day? Buy yourself a new bag; the seasons are changing anyway. Fat day? Buy a pair of shoes: they will make you look taller and therefore slimmer. Aggravated by your job? Go buy some new clothes, at least you’ll feel like a million bucks when your job makes you feel like a troll. It doesn’t really matter what we buy: Tupperware, cleaning supplies, iPod touch, DVD, new bath mats and shower curtains, new bedspread with matching curtains, throw pillows, plates, coffee maker, cell phone case. While spending money, our mood instantly lifts.

As a result of retail therapy, I have about 60 purses, three sets of bath mats, five sets of bath towels, about six bedspreads with matching curtains, three sets of dishes, two sets of tupperware, a new kitchen cart , a new blender, three laptop bags/bags, enough cleaning supplies to clean a storage room, patio decorations, two bathroom trash cans, a closet that consumes my attic, bedroom and basement, two hair straighteners , enough yarn to make five Afghan blankets, ten baby blankets, and twenty winter scarves, three decorative storage boxes for that yarn, a guitar I can’t play, more books than I have on my shelves, two Christmas trees, four blankets, three sets of room curtains, two sets of utensils. … You get the picture.

Once a year, I purge myself of the excess…and in six months I rebuild the inventory of extra junk that I don’t really need but is worth its weight in gold, and the US dollar, for the happiness and joy it brings. It brought me when I bought it. Don’t try to cure a woman of her retail therapy tendencies – those of us who succumbed to them have become very frugal shoppers – we know where to find the deals, where the best sales are, where the clearance aisle is in every pharmacy , Target and Walmart, how to get a discount and rarely pay full price for something. So when her wife is having a bad day, the best thing to do is greet her at the door, give her a hug, and hand her $100; she will be amazed at how far she can stretch that $100 and how happy she will be. be when she comes home.

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