Stupid Girly Habits

So I was thinking today that women spend a great deal of money on things, whether necessary or not. I have over twenty pairs of shoes, eighteen purses, 2 laptop bags, more cosmetics than I can humanly use, at least eight pairs of jeans (when I only really wear four) and probably a myriad of other girly accessories and clothing items that are more or less extraneous.

If you are a boy, skip the next paragraph and know this. Babies come from handshaking and kissing and thats all you need to know.

If you are in fact a woman, think for a second about what things you spend your money on. How many boxes of tampons you will use in your life? Seriously, think about that for a second. You have your period for approximately 40 years, 12 periods a year, 480 periods. I buy maybe 4-5 boxes of tampons a year. That's a lot of tampons!! I buy a new bottle of shampoo and conditioner every month, I replace my mascara every 2-3 months. Another pot of foundation, another tube of concealer, yet another palette of lilac eye shadow and another very similar pink lip gloss to one I already own. Since the inception of Sephora, my addiction to beauty products has become worse.

I am not saying that somethings are essential - clothes, shoes, soap. But what is it about some women that force us into excess? Why is it that you feel you need those black patent leather flats with the red bow, or that velvet navy blazer, or that cute sweater in 3 colors? More than likely, if you were to run into me at the mall, I would be trying to convince myself why I need those shoes. Or, more accurately, why those shoes will change my life. Are some women born with a gene that causes them to overload on fashion? I think I have honestly spent thousands of dollars on clothes, shoes and accessories, and yet it doesn't seem to phase me.

So, will the fact that my closet is overflowing or that my dresser may one day actually implode stop me from shopping? No I don't quite think so. However to be nicer on my bank account I do shop at discount stores. (tjmax is my best friend). So allow me to scamper off and drool over the new issue of Vogue and stare at the unused beauty products sitting on my dresser and wonder what I actually use them for. Maybe I should do that with my shoes too.