The Temple of Greed

High School Graduation is hard on fathers and I am no exception.

Today I'm taking my youngest daughter to the TEMPLE OF GREED (yet again).  There she will engage in endless wandering, disguised thinly as "shopping". She will try on twelve outfits in one store only to decide that none of them are quite right. Six in another. Then toward the end of the ordeal, we will return to the beginning where she will try on three of the previously rejected outfits to decide that one is just right.

Shoe shopping is the worst because she likes Jimmy Chu. It feels as if you need to pay the man just to walk through the door into the salon (they don't call it a shoe store, which is a very bad sign).

Somewhere along the road, the price of women's handbags has moved from mildly entertaining to blatant extortion. She hinted that Dolce Gabbana would be a nice place to begin her spree for accessories. Because a dress or an outfit is not complete until it is fully accessorized. 

If I had boys, it would have been so much easier. I'd have bought them a rifle, a compound hunting bow or perhaps a cool fighting knife for graduation. They'd be happy with their new weapon and that would have been that. They'd go out and shoot endlessly to improve their skills. With girls, it's an outfit and you can't wear the same outfit to the same place twice - Heaven Forbid!

Women are always a challenge.