My name is Norma and I am a shopophobic.
It's true. I'm a disgrace to my gender. I hate shopping. I do not have a closet full of clothes and two hundred pairs of shoes. I don't get all the important fashion magazines every month. I refuse to waste time "browsing." I don't spend hours checking every rack in every store or holed up in dressing rooms trying on one outfit after another. I haven't worn a dress in twenty years and probably will never wear one again. I won't wear anything that isn't comfortable. I think designer fashion looks silly.
I am a shopophobic. One who does not wish to be cured.
Every few months, I rant about how much I hate shopping--usually after someone tries to make me shop. They always fail, by the way. Sometimes, I'll see someone wearing something I like and ask where they bought it. More often than not, though, I'll just find something I like and buy several. I recently got a pair of jeans on sale and they were such a perfect fit, I bought a second pair. I may buy a third pair if they're still on sale. Last year, I found a T-shirt I liked at Old Navy. I bought five in different colors.
Shopping has become a dangerous activity in my neck of the woods anyway. At one of our upscale malls, the St. Louis Galleria, there have been muggings on the parking lot. In the past month, one woman had her purse stolen while she was trying on clothes. The guy just reached under the door and grabbed it. In a separate incident, another woman was approached by two people claiming to have a gun--in the mall during regular business hours. They forced her to withdraw cash from two ATMs before letting her go.
I think I'll buy my clothes online from now on....