MEN ARE FROM SEARS, WOMEN ARE FROM NORDSTROM
Just so everyone has a better understanding,
I believe that, in general,
women are saner than men. For example: If
you see people who have paid
good money to stand in an outdoor stadium
on a freezing December day
wearing nothing on the upper halves of their
bodies except paint, those
people will be male.
Without males, there would be no such sport
as professional lawn mower
racing. Also, there would be a 100 percent
decline in the annual number
of deaths related to efforts to shoot
beer cans off of heads. Also, if
women were in charge of all the world's
nations, there would be no war.
I sincerely believe this - virtually
no military conflicts, and if
there were a military conflict, everyone
involved would feel just awful
and there would soon be a high-level exchange
of thoughtful notes
written on greeting cards with flowers on
the front, followed by a Peace
Luncheon (which would be salads, with the
dressing on the side).
So, I sincerely believe that women are wiser
than men, with the
exception of one key area, and that
area is clothing sizes. In this
particular area, women are insane.
When a man shops for clothes, his
primary objective is to purchase clothes
that fit on his particular
body. A man will try on a pair of
pants, and if those pants are too
small, he'll try on a larger pair, and
when he finds a pair that fits,
he buys them. Most men do not spend a lot
of time fretting about the
size of their pants. Many men wear jeans
with the size printed right on
the back label, so that if you're
standing behind a man in a
supermarket line, you can read his
waist and inseam size. A man could
have, say, a 52-inch waist and a 30-inch
inseam, and his label will
proudly display this information, which
is basically the same thing as
having a sign that says: "Howdy! My rear
is the size of a Federal
Express truck!"
The situation is very different with women.
When a woman shops for clothes,
her primary objective is NOT to find clothes
that fit her particular body.
She would like for that to be the case,
but her primary objective is to
purchase clothes that are the size she wore
when she was 19 years old.
This will be some arbitrary number such
as "8" or "10." (Don't ask me "8" or
"10" of what; that question has baffled
scientists for centuries.) All
I know is that if a woman was a size 8 at
age 19, she wants to be a size
8 now, and if a size 8 outfit does not fit
her, she will not move on to
a larger size: She can't! Her size is 8!
So she will keep on trying on
size 8 items, and unless they start
fitting her, she will become
extremely unhappy. She may take this
unhappiness out on her husband,
who is waiting patiently in the mall, perhaps
browsing in the Sharper
Image store, trying to think of how he could
justify purchasing a pair
of night-vision binoculars. "Hi!" he'll
says, when his wife finds him,
"You know how sometimes the electricity
goes out at night and..." "Am I
fat?" she'll ask, cutting him off.
This is a very bad situation for the
man, because if he answers "yes," she'll
be angry because he's saying
that she's fat, and if he answers "no,"
she'll be angry because HE'S
OBVIOUSLY LYING BECAUSE NONE OF THE SIZE
8's FIT HER. There is no escape
for the husband. I think a lot of unexplained
disappearances occur
because guys in malls see their wives unsuccessfully
trying on outfits,
and they realize their lives will be easier
if, before their wives come
out and demand to know whether they're fat,
the guys just run off and
join a UFO cult.
Here's how you could get rich: Start a women's
clothing store called
"SIZE 2," in which all garments, including
those that were originally
intended to be restaurant awnings, had labels
with the words "SIZE 2."
I'll bet you'd sell clothes like crazy.
You'd probably get rich, and you
could retire, maybe take up some philanthropic
activity to benefit
humanity.
I'm thinking here of professional lawn mower
racing.