Just for fun, I pretended to be my girlfriend for a month. I am now broke.
My girlfriend, Jessica, is not who you’d classify as a high-maintenance person or a “pinkies-out” girl.( I entail, she’s obviously a princess and not a slob at all and I love you, girlfriend .) But she’s no cupcake.
She’s an editor at BuzzFeed who works really hard and rarely treats herself, so when my editor asked if I would like to pretend to be Jessica and buy all of the bathroom things that she buys in a month, I, in my ignorant human head, thought it would be close to my own experience, except maybe more tampons.
After all, we are now in an enlightened post-lumbersexual era. It is a hour when Old Spice has Smellcomed us to Manhood, and it’s “OK for guys to take care of themselves, ” as the public radio prove “Marketplace” puts it. With my own eye cream, face lotion and beard salve regimens, I guessed, “I probably buy the same stuff that Jess does anyway.”( We share the beard salve .)
Through this experiment, I learned something that everyone else in the world knew decades ago: Hot damn, it’s expensive to be a woman.