Roxy highlights her choice for the perfect guys to look for this summer.
Roxy looks at whether the "other woman" is always in the wrong.
Such a beautiful word.
It fills me with excitement and pleasure. I think there is not much better than a shopping day. And by a day, I mean wake up early to get into town before the shops open, then sitting in a café with a steaming mug of hot chocolate to provide the energy for the busy day ahead. Then when the shops do open, we’re off ready: our arms longing for the bags that will soon fill them. We make our way methodically around the shops, going in each and every one. There is no real plan, there is nothing that I ‘need’ to buy; I just have some money burning a hole in my pocket.
The first shop? Usually Topshop. My favourite.
Just going in makes me feel so happy. I take my time and look around the whole store, three, four times before making my way to the changing rooms.
Another one of my favourite bits.
The only thing you need in the changing room is a rack full of clothes and your very best friend. I try on outfit after outfit, loving each one I try. My friends tell me I look beautiful, and make comments such as ‘Wow, that looks amazing’. I consider when I will be wearing this top or these shorts, and the answer to that question is usually something mumbled about Gallery or Ziggy’s.
Then, after popping to the till and handing over my beautiful card, trying not to listen to the price, it’s off to another shop to do it all over again. I love nothing more than spending my whole day in town doing this repetitive activity. Stopping off only for lunch and a rest from carrying all the bags.
Then once I’ve managed to get back into my room, I drop all the bags on the bed and take great pleasure in showing my purchases to my housemates. My mother-figure housemate tuts and sighs, asking when I am ever going to wear this, or use that. My other housemates ask me to model my new purchases and revel in the fact that I spend unreasonable amounts of money over and over.
I just laugh and carry on.
And when I’m not shopping, I’m browsing the internet for clothes not in the York stores, or flicking through fashion magazines - although neither really compare to being in the shops themselves.
The best thing about shopping?
New lines come out every week, which means that I can shop non-stop.
The worst?
My mother’s reaction to the bank statements.
a fantastic coincidence to see two opposite views on the same day
Well I couldn't keep my mouth shut once I read yours, darling.
ha, superb that have some competition, even if you are wrong
I've been here longer and I don't consider you to be competition, sorry
time will tell
Dull dull dull. Girl likes shopping, boy doesn't. Stop the press!
Hmm, I'm actually finding this fairly interesting - I know several guys that love shopping and several girls that hate it - I don't think that's the issue here.
What is interesting is the descriptions of these two completely different shopping experiences - I think the time one shops and the place one shops can make a huge difference. Shop in the morning, like Roxy says she does, and you've less chance of getting caught up in horrendous crowds that surely nobody can find fun - and Tom quite rightly hates. As well as that, pick shops with less rails and you're less likely to encounter so many crowds - it is possible to hate the shopping experience Tom describes, but still enjoying shopping as long as you're sensible about it.
That's what I think anyway.
Ah, what time to hit the designer shops - surely the most pressing question facing recession-hit students living on a budget. I think your last sentence was the most revealing.
at #8 I don't think the last sentence means it's mother's money being spent if that's what you're getting at; I know my mum stresses out whenever I spend my money on new sports kit for uni teams
I read this and literally feel like an alien. I'm a girl who hates clothes shopping. I hate trying clothes on, and I refuse to spend more money than I think an item's worth. The worst part of a magazine for me is the fashion pages. I just can't understand how people can love it so much.
i love you #10
Tom Eagles, just stop writing. Please, just stop it. There is no way you can criticise to work of anyone, having looked at your own.
Tom Eagles is the worst writer at The Yorker, Roxy is a distant second.
only a coward would say this under an anonymous name on a different persons blog. My writing won't change, this is where I post my more fun blogs that are designed to fly in the face of social norms so I'm sure it upsets a lot of people. I wrote more serious editorials and reviews for other sites. I have enough encouragement friends and professionals in the industry to continue, sorry #12
I'm with #12 here. Maybe only a coward would use an anonymous name, but equally isn't going into the comments section to knock down any criticism of your writing the lowest of the low? Man up and face that people might not like your work. Listen to them and try to improve, or carry on and try to find your niche, but if you argue back people are just going to dislike your stuff even more. Besides, since when did friends in the industry = having genuine writing talent?
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