I work at a really popular bookstore which also sells loads of lovely lifestyle items. Well, the last two days have massively reinforced my resolve to be extremely picky about men.

LVM as far as the eye can see. Fathers coming in at 3pm on Christmas Eve looking for a generic “I love Mom” mug with their kids. Husbands showing screenshots of books we sold out of WEEKS ago, when they were likely told about them. Dozens of women who will now be getting either nothing or a substitute for what they really wanted, because these men couldn’t get off their asses until December 23rd or 24th to shop for them. Oh and unwrapped too, because shocker, we’re also out of wrapping paper.

These women will have shopped weeks ago, prepped the meals, written all the cards to family and friends, bought the school secret Santa gifts, baked for the extended family, shouldered all the emotional labour, and they’ll be rewarded with a hastily wrapped, not quite what they asked for gift.

It was absolutely infuriating having endless interactions with snarky men who didn’t seem to grasp we were sold out of things because they’re shopping at the absolute last minute. They’re so utterly useless and pathetic; I hope these women all dump their asses and find happiness alone.