I have added another chronic illness to the global medical chart – shopping. I know there are numerous jibes about shopping and women, but I seriously think we have a disease… ok, I think I’m going to have women burning effigies of me … let me rephrase… I think I have a disease. Now you may say, “Shopping is a woman’s birthright and we will have it… so don’t call it a disease.” But before we rampage to that conclusion, let’s study the characteristics that define a disease:
Now I’m not saying shopping is abnormal, I’m merely wondering if its abnormal when you become religious about your shopping experience. For example: My wardrobe is bursting with clothes and accessories… but every 15 days (and I’ve wondered if this may have something to do with the full moon/ new moon nonsense) I get this urge to go and buy something… anything. If its clothes or accessories I buy… that’s an ultimate high… but the odd sticky note stack helps too.
2. In humans, disease is often used more broadly to refer to any condition that causes social problems
No, I’m not stretching it… not shopping has often caused me social embarrassment! When I don’t shop, all I think about is shopping when someone is spouting Proust to me. When I don’t shop, all I do is pepper unsuspecting women with questions on where they bought a particular kurta or bangle or ring. And when I haven’t given into my shopping urges, I tend to plaster my face against boutique windows and sigh over clothes…
3.Disease causes distress
Yes, I get very much distressed if I don’t shop. It’s like an itch (in a place where you can’t scratch publicly). The itch first sends out only a tingle to let you know its arrived; it then sends you an urgent call to let you know that it needs to be scratched, till it finally decides to take a hatchet and hammer you till you scratch it.
So, am I right? Is shopping a disease?
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