…so why do their clothes assume they are?
Men’s trousers are 2-dimensional: waist and inside-leg. Men’s shirts are 3-dimensional: collar, chest and arm-length.
Since women have a more complex topology you might expect their clothing to vary in more dimensions, but for some reason this is not the case. Women’s clothing typically varies only in one dimension, the “size”, famed in myth and legend.
Now, as I understand it, knowing your size at best gives you a starting point: whereas all the shirts/trousers I own which fit are the same sizes; an average “size 16″ lady will own clothes sized one or even 2 sizes each side, all of which fit as well as things which are nominally correct.
The reason for this is that clothes are designed around either an actual woman or a mannequin, and her/its dimensions are then adjusted using some essentially arbitrary scaling rules to make all the sizes they want to sell.
The only way you’re going to get clothes which fit perfectly is if you happen to be exactly the same dimensions as the result of these shenanigans; which is extremely improbable unless you are the model around whom the clothes were designed.
Frankly, this isn’t good enough. While some of you might enjoy spending days traipsing around to find something which fits; many more of you get bored and/or desperate after a few hours and buy whatever you feel is closest to right, or possibly whatever is closest to hand.
I don’t feel qualified to comment on the female perception of this, but from the male side of things it’s unsatisfactory for two reasons:
- We’re likely, in our rôles as boyfriends/fiancés/husbands/fathers, to get dragged around after you on your near-futile search for clothes which work; we’re unlikely to enjoy this.
- The better your clothes fit, the better you’ll look, and the happier we’ll be to see you. Happy is good.
So, ladies of Britain, I call on you to rise up and campaign for better-fitting clothes: if not for you, then for me; if not for me, then for your daughters; if not for them, for your sons.
I have some ideas how it could be done; but perhaps that’s something for another day…