LET ME ENTERTAIN YOU. Sundays in the Catholic Church are supposed to be the christian shabbat. With no trade, shops closed, people going to church and having quality time with the family. I remember that 12 years ago my hometown introduced trade-free Sundays and all the malls were closed. But people must had been dying out of boredom and most probably had nothing to do with their lives anymore. So we nad this law but then everything came back to normal. When I lived in Vienna, it took me and my Chinese flatmate a couple of Sundays to get used to going grocery shopping on Saturday. Sundays were meant to sit in my hall of residence with spinach pizza and the weekend issue of Der Standard. Those were the times, man! I felt so relaxed and once even got offered a can of beer when I ventured to the kitchen on my floor.
But now I'm in Warsaw (the capital of Poland for those who suck at geography and basic knowledge in general) and Sundays are usually the days when I go out shopping (can we make a petition for all the vintage shops to be open on Sundays?) even though I might as well stay at home and do absolutely nothing. Today, after more or less 4 hours of talking with Bobek about all the pros and cons of going out, I put on my slip-ons, left my feet bare, grabbed a bag and faced the windy weather while waiting for the tram. I had many reasons to go to the shopping mall. First and foremost, yesterday I noticed I was running out of black tea. My blood type is tea and the more tea in the household, the more peaceful my sleep at night. That is why I had to spend 40 minutes on my way to one of these shopping malls in Warsaw that are on my avoid as long as possible list. I don't like crowded places and this feeling of being in a constant rush so I have some spots in town which are honoured with my visit only once in a while and when I really need it. Today wasn't the day when I absolutely had to go there. Quite the opposite. I could have gone to the supermarket near my flat and get what I wanted there (I'll have to go there anyway, cause in all this running amok I forgot I also needed brown sugar).
Anyway, the damage was done. I entered the shopping mall and here began my series of unfortunate events. First of all, when I was taking off my gloves, I lost a ring. The only good thing about it is that I didn't quite like it so let's just call it fate. Later, when I was shopping, I had a feeling people kind of like to sleepwalk in shopping malls. Almost as if they were in the National Museum in Warsaw marvelling at highbrow art. Kids screaming/crying, dudettes randomly and accidentally hitting me with packs of sweets or guys giving me those dirty looks that made me unable to eat anything for the next 2 hours (I drank frozen cappucino I found between yoghurts cause I was too sick to interact with baristas). To cheer myself a little bit, I went to the pet shop. Pet shops are probably the best thing about shopping malls. I even managed to make friends with one cute bunny (definitely the best part of all this shopping mall experience) but before this happened, I had to face 2 ladies trying to decide if they were actually looking for anything in that shop. You know, just 2 dudettes standing casually in the middle of the shop, blocking access to almost everything around and still acting as if it was their daily routine (in fact it might be their daily routine cause their faces showed no signs of more complicated thinking).
Anyway, as I was there watching the herd and its behaviour, I managed to escape into the world of interior design and home accessories which are not always so useful but at least look nice on Instagram. I visited a few shops and made the most of the sales season and then I stepped into àTab. I remembered they had nice mugs last time I was there and since I'm a sucker for mugs (everything tastes better in a nice mug, even my dirt cheap black tea), I thought I may leave with a trophy (in the end, I ended up with a bowl and vanilla chai latte because I love vanilla and don't quite like chai latte #logic). As I was looking at all the mugs I found something that made my blood pressure literally skyrocket. What made me so mad can be seen on my IG. I'm talking about a mug with an oh so wrong typographic: Good Bye Life. Hello Wife. My humble opinion has already been expressed on Instagram so enough is enough. But still, I have no slightest idea who the frick would find it at least a teeny tiny bit funny. Almost all around the world we have this tradition that it's the man who pops the question (guess who broke the rule!) and I assume it's his conscious decision and if it's not, he should get sober and grow up. Having a wife doesn't mean having your life over forever. And this mug portrays us women as selfish creatures who like to control everything within our reach. And how about no?!
I know it's just a mug and maybe my rant is unnecessary. But so much is spoken about gender equality and the position of women and guys declare themselves as male feminists and still somewhere in our society (should I say culture?) there's this stereotype of a bossy wife. And in the 21st century it's definitely something
we all should combat.
Many people will buy this mug anyway seeing it as a perfect gift. To be honest, if you really have 15 PLN to spare, you might as well buy a super duper chocolate bar. Or chocolate flavoured ciggies if you prefer.
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