(Mods, I can say “Shit” here, right? If not, please accept my apologies and change the title accordingly…)
I found myself in the unusual position of having to purchase a new pair of work pants last week, since I’ve just landed a new job and the only pair of black trousers that I own are rather expensive, and whilst great for job interviews, are too good for everyday wear.
Anyway, I went to the local K-mart (K-Mart in Australia is a “Real” department store, not the crappy frequented-by-extras-from-My Name Is Earl kind of place it’s known as in the US) to look for a pair of pants, and was immediately amazed by how big the Women’s Clothing section was, and how the Menswear Section could comfortably fit in the cubicle of an aircraft toilet and still leave you with enough space to wash your hands, so to speak.
The Women’s Clothing section, on the other hand, was large enough to have it’s own postcode, I daresay, and it was chock-full of (to quote Rubbish Transvestite Emily Howard from Little Britain) “Lady Things, With Frilly Bits… and shit.”
Clothes in so many designs, with all sorts of (to me, anyway) superfluous frills and buttons and patterns… just think how many Coolies labouring in China or Vietnam or somewhere in which Dog features prominently on the menu at local restaurants had to labour away to make this stuff for women, but the men’s clothes were boring- business suits, white shirts, ties, maybe some polo shirts, a few jeans… nothing exciting, in other words.
The Fragrance section was much the same- half a dozen cans of Lynx for the guys, and so many different types of perfume for women that an entire Japanese Whale Harverst’s worth of Ambergris probably went into it (well, either that or a McWhale Burger).
Everywhere I looked, the stuff for women was generally full of unnecessary frills or girly pink, or worse, both.
And don’t get me started on the Makeup. I had a used to have a female friend who wore makeup, and she took so long to get ready I was half-expecting to see Glaciers advancing across the landscape by the time we left for dinner. Why? Because she had to mix and match her makeup with her shoes, which needed to be co-ordinated with her hair, which had to go with her watch, or something.
Yeah, anyway, so has anyone else ever actually stopped to wonder how much of modern industry is built around Girly Crap™? I mean, the market for Bloke Crap™ is large and extensive (Guns, Cars, Fishing, Alcohol, Porn…) but it positively pales in comparison to the unstoppable behemoth of Girly Crap, which includes everything from frilly socks to movies about people getting horrible diseases and forgiving their mother for abandoning them in 1954, to make-up, to household appliances , to teddy bears, to… you get the idea.
I don’t even know where I’m going with this (hence the MPSIMS location) but, still… It kinda makes you think sometimes, doesn’t it?