The hubby,and I have debated about women's sizing versus men's sizing. He doesn't get why women's clothing isn't clearly labeled like guy's clothing. Um, babes, it's because women are insanely complicated creatures. In all honesty, I do wish they would label women's clothing using inches. But even if they did, would they eventually end up ballooning those sizes as well? All for the sake of our egos?
Sometimes I wonder what it would've been like to have been part of the decades before my time. You know, when ready to wear clothing wasn't at an all time high. When what size you wore wasn't an issue. When Marilyn Monroe, a sexy size 14, was (although technically she still is) the ultimate sex symbol. When people still sewed and altered their own clothing to suit their needs. When everything was tailored to fit your body, not the other way around.
Perhaps one day, this fantastical body scanning, size assessing machine will magically appear in the Bay Area to help me figure out which store is best at stroking my ego. Or may be this is the sign I've been waiting for to break out the sewing machine that my mom bought me five years ago that has yet to be opened. But for now, I suppose I can pretend that part of the fun of shopping is trying on a multitude of clothes to find The One that fits (because we all know women love hunting for The One).
|From the New Yorker|