This is the main reason for my general annoyance with lack of size regulation in the fashion industry…
men’s pants are labeled by waist and inseam measurement. women’s pants are labeled by voodoo. even though i do not buy women’s pants, i can recognize this as objectively dumb.
THE NOTES ON THIS
because i can’t stress this enough. this is why i don’t let the numbers get to me. as jumpingjacktrash so eloquently said “women’s pants are labeled by voodoo.”
so when boys make fun of girls taking forever to shop and trying everything on
WE FUCKING HAVE TO OR NOTHING WILL FIT
Forever grateful for this post for removing the shame of going into a different store and finding that the pants do not fit me even though I am WEARING the “same size” pants right that moment.
when i worked in retail, i tried to explain this concept to customers all the time, and they always got angry with me like i was lying about how ridiculous women’s sizing is.
I work in a clothing store and out of nowhere they decided to scale ALL of the women’s sizes down. No warning. They didn’t even tell us, the people selling them! Just all of a sudden everyone (including myself) had to go up a size. Total voodoo, not even consistent within the brand. The number literally means shit.
(Source: leavethew0rldbehindyou, via delight-into-delirium)
I met this twerking, albino Raven named Pearl today. It is only one of four known albino Ravens in the whole world.
Pearl lives in this woman’s house. The handler has a permit, and the bird is property of the government (like hawks and falcons). She is affiliated with the California Wildlife Center. Every time the handler stopped petting Pearl she started cawing. She really likes affection.