My wife and I were watching Rocky (the original) last night when, during the fight scene, Rocky asks that his swollen eye be cut as to reduce the swelling. A blade came out, slit Rocky’s eye, and blood started spraying over his face.
Watching this, my wife asked “What are they doing? Why?” I responded that they’re slicing open the swelling that’s developed on his eyelid in order to to make it bleed, so that it will allow him to see better, so he can continue the fight.
She then asked “Is he” (Apollo Creed) “allowed to hit Rocky in that eye again?”
“Well, yes, of course.”
“Then why is he getting his eye cut?”
“So he can stay in the fight.”
“… I don’t think I’ll ever understand men.”
My realization came in a discussion over clothes-buying habits. I came home one day with 3-4 pairs of jeans, when the following discussion ensued:
“Did they all fit?”
“Uh… of course. They’re my size.”
“You tried them on, didn’t you?”
“Uh… of course not. They’re my size.”
“Then how do you know that they fit?”
“Uh… you see? They’re all my size. 36w-34l, right there on the label.”
“What does the label have to do with anything?”
It was here that my confusion began.
“Well, 36 is my waist size, in inches. I measured. 34 is my inseam - I measured that, too. Therefore, when I went to the store, all I had to do is find jeans that are 36-34. I’m a pretty easy fit.”
“And you expect the label to give you the correct size?”
“Of course - it always has. When have you ever seen me return a pair of pants just because they didn’t fit?”
“You mean you never try on your clothes? You just expect them to fit?”
“Babe, an “inch” is pretty well defined and has been for centuries. They should fit. Why try on a pair of jeans when it states precisely how big the waist is compared to the inseam? What’s there to ‘try’?”
It was then that I got a lecture on womens clothes - about how they are (apparently) based upon something called “sizes”, with each “size” being dependant upon who made the garment. (I.e., somebody’s size 3 might be another company’s size 4 - however the hell that works).
“So… why don’t y’all just measure your clothes in inches?”
“What? Why would we do that?”
“Hell, I don’t know. What about rationalizing the process?”
“But when you buy a pair of jeans, you’re only looking at two numbers - waist and inseam. When a woman buys a pair of jeans, she has to be concerned about the waist, inseam, and hips.”
“Well… use three numbers. In inches. To use one number that means nothing when three are required in order to signify very real size-differences is silly.”
Which is, apparently, the point.
And as to why women “put up” with this (this “putting up with” I’m basing off my wife’s acceptance of this being The Way Things Should Be), I will never understand.
How about your moment when you realized that, no matter how hard you tried, no matter how many books you read or people you’ve talked to, you will never really understand the opposite sex?