When I was a kid one of the activities that I hated most was “browsing.” My mother would say, “Oh, let’s just go browse.”
Are you serious, lady? Why don’t you buy me something? What is this browsing?
What a horrible word: browsing. It didn’t make any sense to me.
Of course, now I can buy what I want–within reason–but I like to browse, at least bookstores and record shops.
Diane hipped me to this piece on the death of browsing. Sad, really.
"Their Satanic Majesties Request" by the Rolling Stones on the wall and in that guy's hands. Interesting. Weird album - not nearly as bad as some have told you, but far from great. Couple-a hot tunes.