The Husband: Watch Out, He’s On A Mission
I would like to devote today's post to exploring an issue that affects millions of marriages in our country: what exactly goes through a guy's head when his wife sends him to the grocery store. Ladies - a whole lot more is happening in our brains than you think when you ask us to run down the street for paprika, red potatoes and bowtie pasta. Understanding how a typical man approaches a trip to the store is, I believe, critical to marital success.
If your marriage is anything like mine, here's how the situation usually unfolds. It's about 8:30 at night. The husband, tired after a day of conquering the office, is stretched out on the couch doing whatever he likes to do - watching TV; reading; knitting, etc. The wife, who has been practicing what she's about to say for the last five minutes, walks sweetly into the room and bursts out in a sing song voice, "Oh fiddlesticks, I'm out of butter."
The husband instantly realizes what this means, but he tries to act like he doesn't. In fact, he tries to act like he hasn't heard what his wife just said. Which is, of course, very stupid. Seeing that she hasn't gotten the desired reaction, the wife brings out the big guns.
"I'd go to the store myself," she says in that same sugary, innocent voice. "But I was just about to start making cookies."
Now the husband is paying attention. He is forced to engage in the conversation because cookies are at stake.
'Would you like me to go to the store for you?" the husband asks in the same tone of voice that he would use to ask "Would you like me to give you my liver?" The implication is that he is willing to do it, but that it is an effort requiring an incredible amount of bravery and soul searching on his part.
This is where many women fail to understand what their husbands are thinking as they ponder a trip to Safeway. You see, when you ask your husband to go grocery shopping for you, you are sending him on a SERIOUS MISSION. It's a dark, dangerous world out there. He is reclined comfortably in his warm house. If you are going to send him on a mission for food rations, you had better take it SERIOUSLY.
It starts with the shopping list. When you wander into the living room batting your eye lashes and talking about baking cookies, you had better already have the list written. You see, the minute that we commit to making the trip, we are in mission mode. Our heart rate increases, our eyes dilate, and our adrenaline kicks in. We are thinking about vast, crowded parking lots, rows and rows of confusing vegetables that all look the same, and crabby old ladies who want the last can of spaghetti sauce. If you make us wait and peer over your shoulder while you slowly scrawl out a list, deciding whether you want three yellow onions or four, you are wasting precious resources. Mission mode only lasts for so long. If we have to wait before diving into the fray we are likely to tire ourselves out just thinking about the shopping trip before we have even left the house.
Once you have sent us on our way with a well-written list, a reassuring squeeze and a promise of baked confections, the next thing you need to focus on is MAINTAINING CONSTANT RADIO CONTACT. Do not turn off the ringer on your cell phone and take a bubble bath. Do not call your friend Susie and talk about your next book club meeting. Stay at your post and get ready - because we are going to call you. We are going to call you when we can't find the eggplant. Then we are going to call you to ask if you wanted the "lavender" dish soap or the "lavender peach" dish soap. Then we are going to call you to say that not only are we unable to find the ground beef you want - we can't find the meat section of the store at all. Finally, we will call to ask if you wanted a half dozen bear claw donuts or a half dozen cinnamon twists. The appropriate response is not to yell that donuts are not on the list. The appropriate response is "both."
The important thing to remember is that you are our lifeline during the shopping trip. If you don't answer when we call, we are alone in a big, scary world with no option but to seek refuge in the bakery and sample cookies.
Finally, the way that you treat us upon our successful completion of the mission is incredibly important to our fragile egos. Notice that I automatically assume that the mission has been successful. That's because if we manage to return with food in bags for you, the mission HAS been successful. Rejoice over the bounty we've brought you. If you pull out a jar of green olives that should have been black, don't nitpick over the color. Simply exclaim in a joyous voice, "Oh good, you found the olives! And all by yourself!" Try to use the same tone of voice you would with a toddler who has just cleaned his room.
And of course, if any kind of salty snacks in bags were procured during the mission, it is absolutely wonderful when you let us open these bags and sample the contents. This tends to have a Pavlov effect that will encourage us to react positively to the next mission you send us on.
Now, about those cookies you were going to make . . .




















May 5th, 2010 - 08:40
Wow, that’s sad. Why play into gender stereotypes like this? You should watch this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a7vtyheqPVU. Are you trying to say you’re like these guys?
May 6th, 2010 - 08:12
I am disappointed that you have not posted my comment. I have been a follower of the your blog for several years, and I chose to stay anonymous for this post for the sake of the relationship. I am not trying to attack either of you personally; my hope was to begin a dialogue with you and your readers about how Brad’s post contributes to gender stereotypes that I believe are damaging for both men and women. Both of you are incredibly intelligent and creative people, and I think it is sad to dismiss your own intelligence, even in a satirical way.
I can respect your decision not to publish my comment. The blog is yours to utilize in whatever way seems most appropriate and beneficial for you. If your goal is not to create dialogue and attract readers with diverse experiences and perspectives, that is fine, and I probably will move on and find other blogs that do.
May 6th, 2010 - 09:34
Hi Anonymous. Thanks for the comment. I’d be more than happy to dialogue about this, but to do that you’re going to have to decide to go “Un-Anonymous.” Otherwise, it’s a little bit like having a conversation with someone wearing a paper bag over their head. Your call! -Brad
May 5th, 2010 - 13:35
Ha ha. I could not have said it better myself . Nice post.
May 6th, 2010 - 03:52
Makes me understand the man’s “shopping” experience in a new way. I was just leaving for the grocery store – myself.
May 6th, 2010 - 06:14
Too fun! The list is important — and it better have details! What did we do before cell phones? I’ve gotten the emergency call from the store: Mr. BFR: “Did you know that brown sugar comes in dark and light? Which am I supposed to get?”
May 6th, 2010 - 18:11
Beth – that’s right. We need details! Otherwise who knows what we’ll come home with. One of my favorites was when Bethany sent me to the store for “cale” or something like that. Some exotic vegetable. Suffice it to say that I did not come home with what she hoping for. I tried, but I ended up buying a rutabega or something.
May 7th, 2010 - 21:54
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. Thanks!
May 11th, 2010 - 14:21
Sometimes gender stereotypes come into existence because, well, they happen all the time. :D Our joke is that Michael’s mental grocery list is only four items long. If it’s over four, I gotta make a list.
And when he offers to do the shopping for me, I always say, “Sure!” and then heavily annotate the list. Because honestly, I don’t really expect him to magically know that the cryptic line item of “onions, both” means “one Walla Walla Sweet onion, if they have them in stock, but if they don’t, then whatever other white onion they have, a nice big one but not the ones from that bin on the end because they’re too bitter, and also a bundle of green onions which I know are also called scallions but our grocery store calls them green onions.”
It would be like him giving me a note that said simply, “get tires.” I would be loster than lost.
May 15th, 2010 - 21:47
Yeah, if you gave me a list that said “onions, both” I would just get you two onions – whichever kind I saw first. [-=
May 11th, 2010 - 20:14
Brad you are funny.
Eric and I shop together, he rather I didn’t go, he loves to go to the store, I think it’s because he wants to buy cookies because I don’t make them.
We both need to loose weight, so I don’t keep anything in the house that will tempt him.
You will see your story will change as you get older.