I wander off in search of a department that interests me and resort to going up and down the escalators. I don’t like feeling like this—a heel-dragging ogre who doesn’t understand the intricacies of femininity; the sort of guy who makes the women in his life look at sales assistants for camaraderie, and roll their eyes and say “Men!” A bloke who could never understand why his girlfriend needed to get her eyelashes tinted or own eight pairs of identical jeans or sleep on a silk pillowcase. Why was she always so hellbent on acquiring more volume at the roots of her hair via video tutorials, when
...more
