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I am deficient as a woman! I am missing some essential stereotypical gene that makes women want to hang out at malls. I don't set foot in a shop for weeks on end (now that the people who sit at home all or most of the day do the grocery shopping around here), and I might enter a mall on average once in three months.

Yesterday we did a marathon run, however; we caught up on some long overdue shopping, hitting one mall after the other to accomplish our task. We being Nini and I, of course.

Need I say we are knackered? When we do venture into malldom, we tackle it head-on. We keep up a blistering pace, and we are ruthlessly efficient in our selection processes.

This morning we are still paying for it - sore and stiff muscles abounding. I am starting to see why so many women do aerobics and strength training: Mall crawling is a demanding exercise.

Our pain is a side effect of our long absence from the malls. Another side effect is sticker shock; I just can't believe some of the prices. And evidently there are people willing to pay those, because most of the stores seem to be flourishing. Unbelievable.

Now, two places where I will (and do) willingly browse for hours on end is the bookstore (and library), and high tech stores. And in those vices, my precious one is a willing accomplice.

Now, if only we could wear and eat books and computers and other gadgets, we would have it made!