I can explain about photography. I am going to buy a photocompact, for photography and reporting, my husband is going for the company. A boy consultant talks to her husband, completely ignoring the fact that I need a photocall! When the husband demonstrately leaves, the boy runs after him. When his husband tells him, “It’s her need,” the boy kicks and tries to throw me the most expensive thing on the window, saying the words “professional mirror,” and frightening me with the number of megapixels, naively believing that the larger the number, the sooner I will behave. A large solid camera weighing more than 400-540 grams - not for a woman's hand at all, take a parade, for example, - the hands will crash, and it is uncomfortable to hang on the neck, the belt is treated! It’s important for me that it’s lightweight, fit in the pocket, turn on quickly and focus quickly. Minimum of programs. But manual settings and other balloons are all for studio shooting and I don’t need it at all, because I’ve had it for a long time. So for the boy, I am not a well-deserved famous photographer, but a dull gray aunt who doesn’t understand the fuck in cameras.