well, yeah, they do and we all can cite various surveys (like how many married people cheat on their spouses) and massaged statistics (like how the feds count unemployed peeps, but this is not a political rant, lol) to prove this point.
but the land of women's clothing has become an absolute mine-field. men buy their threads by the inch. neck and arm make the shirt and waist and inseam make the pant. now, gents, imagine if you will, that all your jeans are getting a little threadbare and you decide to treat yourself to some new levi's. you're the same weight you were 5 years ago, last time you went shopping, so you go to the mall and pick up 5 new pairs of 32's or whatever. no need to try 'em on, they've always fit. when you get home, all of a sudden you're having a goldilocks denim experience. one pair is too big and one is too small, and of the 5 only 1 fits just right. would it make you crazy?
happily smaller than i have been in a long time, i have dared to shop over the last couple weeks. not quite "there" yet, i have been bargain hunting and set random price ceilings on certain objects, hoping to donate them as too big by the end of summer. size anarchy ensues. how could 5 different pairs of ralph lauren capri, all size 6, fit differently? they ranged from just too baggy, to swimming on me. there was only one pair of size 4's, which were a little too tight for an old white lady. those more booty-prone (yeah, all you sistahs and chicas out there, i mean you) would have happily greased 'em on i guess, but not me.
as for bras, it is one of the few items women purchase with actual measurements. the holy grail of getting some decent ones that fit has brought the owner no end of hilarity. to the point where he likes to mock me in front of men i have never even met about the search. (sometimes i wonder why i tell him stuff, ya know?)
you measure in a certain spot, add 2 inches, and that is the backstrap measurement of the bra that should fit you perfectly. in a normal universe, every 36, 38, 32, whatevs, would fit the woman poking through the racks and drawers for her "size". rubbish. over the last few months, i guesstimate i have tried on over 50 bras. a lot more than that i am thinking. all kinds of brands and price-points. some of them are falling off and some of them are like boa constrictors. some cups so small they wouldn't cover an oyster and some big enough for an official nba ball with kobe's hand palming it in there.
who the fuck are these women who love to shop? it's become torture and a horrible mind-fuck. it's frustrating, humiliating and a massive effort for the end achieved.
of course, men run most fashion houses and retail companies, so i guess we know the root of the issue. huh?
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