Last weekend I had date night with my Husband- dinner (awesome sandwich shop) movie (The Disaster Artist- I know-James Franco is on the shit list, but don’t throw every other person who worked on this movie under the bus- good movie) and shopping. Shopping you say? Yes. We had time between dinner and movie so we ran to discount store cause my husband needed new gym socks.
Now, my blog friend Andrea recently wrote a blog posing the question, “Are products for men geared to be more simple” (well- to be fair she’s a brilliant writer and her hypothesis was worded much better, but you get the idea) i commented to her- “No. men just don’t like going through the hoopla of many choices etc.” I know I’m generalizing, but I’m going to give you my real life example
My Husband actually had a specific idea of the gym socks he wanted. Sort of. He currently had gym socks that went about halfway up his calf. He did not like these. He wanted something else.
We approached the sock display.
me: What kind of socks do you want?
him: Ones not like the ones I have.
me: ( I held up a pair of quarter length socks) These?
him: How high do these go up?
me: They cover the ankle bone but that’s about it
him: Is that good?
me: Depends what you want. This is length I get, because I like when my gym socks come over my sneakers. It’s more comfortable for me
him: I don’t know
me: (I pick up a more ped like variety) These will be completely inside your shoe. you will not see them
Him: (makes face)
me: (I hold up a pair that is between a ped and a quarter length) these will come up just slightly above the sneaker edge
him: (make face) what do you think?
me: I don’t know what you want. What’s the goal?
him: I don’t like the socks I have now. They are too high.
me: Fine. These are all shorter. Which ones do you want?
him: I don’t know.
me: (bang head against sock display)
You get the idea. When faced with a plethora of sock choices my husband was at a standstill. It was his personal “Sophie’s Choice”. To add more, once he’d decided on quarter length, we then had to choose brand, color and amount. By the time we were on the checkout line I had a headache that only popcorn and a diet coke were going to cure.
When my Husband knew I was going to the drug store, he asked me to buy him a new toothbrush. I asked him “What kind?”. His response. ” Just choose one.”
- Do some people have trouble making a decision when faced with myriad choices?
- Are there too many options out there?
- How often do people really know what they want?
- Will my Husband actually like the socks he bought, (quarter length, black and grey, 10 pack, reebok) or will be back at discount store this weekend?