Posted on 08/18/2013 1:43:02 AM PDT by lee martell
I went to Target to check on shirts. I see a well dressed gentleman, probably in his thirties. This guy had a pale blue dress shirt lined with thin vertical stripes in a darker tone, he wore a brocaded, sapphire blue tie, slate grey pants with the cleaner's crease still there, his shoes, Florshiem and shiny black.
I don't usually notice or give a damn what others wear. It looked to me as though he was capable of making his own mind up, instead, he passively waits and watches someone chose for him. My own attire, while always clean, is very casual. I've gotten used to people confusing me with someone wearing a Bus Driver uniform. That is how bland and consistently nondescript I look most the time. Once I know things fit well and match, my mind is no longer on clothing per se. In this instance, I wondered why this seemingly independent, man was allowing himself to be lead around like a puppy on a short, tight leash by the attractive woman who accompanied him. She held various shirts up to him, as though dressing a life sized doll or mannequin. "Take these to the dressing room", she ordered. "Yes Dear!" his look replies. I still make up my own mind about what to buy, and I don't tell my women what they should be wearing. I may chose to complement something or withhold comments when I don't like something.
I suppose having a woman select my clothes could be seen as a sort of honor. It may be one of the last vestiges of Geisha type courtesy that American men can still expect. I have seen some couples who dress like identical twins! That's not what I would choose, but to each his own.
Vanity post?
I spent most of yesterday deeply troubled with our President, who some say has welcomed the Muslim Brotherhood into the White House on various occasions. I’m exploring the lighter side of life for a moment. Sorry if I’ve disturbed you.
Beats me.
My ol’ man’s been dressing himself since he was a kid.
Who am I to interfere?
[unless he starts wearing metrosexual stuff, anyway]
My mom used to dress my dad.
He looked miserable.
[and silly]
Weird vanity but, I let no one pick my clothes.
I don’t go shopping for what I want with others, as they tend to attempt putting me in attired I am not comfortable with or is completely out of my personally disorder.
I have never been comfortable with others choices, particularly because they tend to turn into demands.
Skin that.
Don’t mind a bit of jest and fun in getting me to try something but, Usually they are attempting to change me in their craven image or control me.
My wife started doing it when we were both 14, but I was living with her family at the time. And it was a good thing too - I sometimes think I joined the Navy partly because uniforms make things easier :)
Probably so.
But the point is that women generally feel that most guys just can’t dress themselves for public forums. It was simple back in the 1800s...you had one pair of pants for funerals, weddings, and town-hall meetings...and a plain white shirt that went along with it. No discussion on fashion for the common man.
Today? You have to be fitting the occasion...whether at Catfish Cabin, Wal-Mart, or church.
Guys couldn't care less how they dress as long as they are not a Metro sexual beings. No matter how many times a woman, good looking or not, tries to dress the male, the male can always say, NO.
Women do have a sense of taste over and above men but the man can always refuse to look like a Barbi-Ken look alike duo.
It's up to the guy in the end to assert his “right” to look as he sees fit but...he risks losing the babe, maybe.
I feel the need to stress that we weren’t married when we were 14 - that happened about twelve years later.
lead around like a puppy on a short, tight leash by the attractive woman who accompanied him.
You just answered your own question.
This is a clear case of category error. You are trying to find a solution to the wrong problem. The correct question si...
“What is that woman doing in a clothing store instead of a kitchen?”
Now if it was a grocery store, well, that’s one thing but....
;)
In my location, dressing means nothing. I spend most of my day with nothing but shorts. When I bicycle to the market I put on a polo shirt. If needed, I do have a closet full of fine dress, but have not touched any in the last four years.
I've gotten used to people confusing me with someone wearing a Bus Driver uniform. That is how bland and consistently nondescript I look most the time. Once I know things fit well and match, my mind is no longer on clothing per se.IOW, you aren’t interested in being attractive in the eyes of any particular woman. When you’re buying a birthday gift for a nephew, it would never occur to you to select clothing for him - you are quite sure, correctly almost certainly, that he would prefer a video game or roller skates or some other toy or tool. OTOH a niece would be very pleased to be taken to the mall and be allowed to select an item of clothing as a present, which is the very last thing you would expect a boy to enjoy.
If you have a wife or girlfriend, your attitude towards your appearance changes - shopping for clothes doesn’t suddenly become fun, but you do have someone whose opinion of how you should dress matters to you. You don’t actually spend a lot of time in front of a mirror, so it doesn’t matter so much to you what you look like. But since your wife does care about your appearance, and does after all see you from the outside whereas you do not, it is only sensible to defer entirely to your wife’s preference in clothing for you. What is your motive to argue over something you don’t care about?She grew up caring about clothes, and you grew up not caring about clothes. End of story.
About the same time when she finally gets her fingers clasped around his ‘jewels’ purse...
I have been married for 37 years. I still do not pick out hubby’s clothes. I have, on occasion, given him a shirt or sweater, but for the most part, he chooses.
Probably after the first holiday. I forget now if it was Christmas, Valentines, or his Bday. It wasn’t because I “disapproved” of his choice in clothes, but more that I love clothes in general & he’s so easy to shop for. (I’m top heavy & thin hipped, so it’s a hassle for me to shop. Other than being tall, he can wear anything.) His Highness *can* shop for himself, but now he’s gotten lazy.
If you’re looking for some beautiful stuff- especially shirts, check out Territory Ahead. Steinmart usually has a really good men’s department, too.
Why Men Are the Way They Are
No need to be offended-—I’m not disturbed, just curious as to what motivated this post. Personally I have no opinion as to whether men ought to pick out their own clothes in each and every instance.
I have sworn off buying any clothes until the value of my investments doubles. Maybe sometime in 2014 I’ll be able to buy a few new socks and some underwear.
Just before the divorce.
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