Things women will never make men understand

An essential part of my job is doing research. And then I suddenly saw an article that made me think. Things that men do and that we will never understand. I could relate to the epistle. But to support the men a bit and to educate them about the female brain, you will never understand this about us. And good news: you don't have to.

That you don't necessarily need something when you go shopping

“What are you looking for?” I hear in my right ear. Uuuuuuh, nothing. We women prefer to shop when we need as little as possible. A list of what you need is actually just groceries. The absolute best is to walk into a store and maybe come out with your new favorite blouse. That hope and then the glory, nothing tops that feeling. Or well, almost nothing.

Why it's nice to fill the sink with jars and tubes

“But you already have a cream?” Yes, but that second one is for when I'm having a hard time (the heavy artillery) and the other is less greasy for summer. And then you have that little tube for when I have dark circles, and that mask is allowed once a week and the other two. And all of the above doesn't matter, because we just want a lot of jars and tubes on a very small shelf. That makes us feel rich.

Our route in a store (and why we feel fabrics)

I go through a store twice. First, I quickly scan and pick out nice things from the racks, the second time I go for thoroughness. In both cases, I start where it's quiet, because I don't like to paw at clothes with someone else. I do work from front to back, but left and right is pure randomness and where I see an opening, I dive in. I also grab fabrics that I think feel nice. Touching fabrics is the second stage of that potential find; the second sense we engage before we take something from a rack to let the next sense do its job.

That we endlessly postpone refueling

In our editorial app, we do who dares to drive the longest with the light on. Our Daniëlle is the record holder with zero kilometers to go. And yet she made it to the gas station, what a hero. Refueling is a necessary evil. Blowing out your jacket with such a hose in your hand is not our hobby. Once inside a gas station with a store, we go eat. And actually, we always have to refuel when we are already late for work. In short, women are not tankers by nature and we will never become that, no matter how often you complain about that light.

Why the hairdresser costs what it costs

And the beautician. And the nail salon. And our little chat at the brow bar. It's also not necessary to ask why, we like to keep that a secret.

Source: Rumag