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Subject: FW: Battle of the Sexes
From: "Irv Korey" <emanteno@ibm.net>
Date: Thu, 10 Dec 1998 16:02:33 -0600
MEN ARE FROM SEARS, WOMEN ARE FROM NORDSTROM:   

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I believe that, in general, women are saner than men. For example, if
you see people who have paid good money to  stand in an outdoor stadium on
a
freezing December day wearing nothing on the upper halves of their bodies
except
paint, those people will be male.

Without males, there would be no such sport as professional lawn mower
racing. Also, there would be a 100 percent decline in the annual number of
deaths related to efforts to shoot beer cans off of heads.

Also, if women were in charge of all the world's nations,  there would
be, I sincerely believe this, virtually no military  conflicts, and if
there
were a military conflict, everybody involved would feel just awful and
there would soon be a high-level 
exchange of thoughtful notes written on greeting cards with flowers on the
front, followed by a
Peace Luncheon (which would be salads, with  the dressing on the side).

So I sincerely believe that women are wiser than men, with the
exception of one key area, and that area is: clothing sizes.  In this
particular area,
women are insane. 

When a man shops for clothes, his primary objective is to purchase
clothes that fit on his particular body. A man will try on a pair of pants,
and if
those pants are too small, he'll try on a larger pair, and when he finds a
pair that fits, he buys them. Most men do not spend a lot of time fretting
about
the size of their pants. Many men wear jeans with the size printed right on
the
back label, so that if you're standing behind a man in a Supermarket line,
you can read his waist and inseam size. A man could have, say, a 52-inch
waist 
and a 30-inch inseam, and his label will proudly display this information,
which is basically the same thing as having a sign that says: "Howdy! My
butt is
the size of a Federal Express truck!" The situation is very different with
women.

When a woman shops for clothes, her primary objective is NOT to find
clothes that fit her particular body. She would like for that to be the
case,
but her primary objective is to purchase clothes that are the size she wore
when she was 19 years old. 

This will be some arbitrary number such as "5" or "7." Don't ask me "5"
or "7" of what; that question has baffled scientists for centuries. All I
know
is that if a woman was a size 5 at age 19, she wants to be a size 5 now,
and if
a size 5 outfit does not fit her, she will not move on to a larger size:
She
can't!

Her size is 5! So she will keep trying on size 5 items, and unless they
start fitting her, she will become extremely unhappy.  She may take this
unhappiness out on her husband, who is waiting patiently in the mall,
perhaps
browsing in the Sharper Image store, trying to think of how he could
justify
purchasing a pair of night-vision binoculars. 

"Hi!" he'll say, when his wife finds him. "You know how  sometimes the
electricity goes out at night and..." "Am I fat?" she'll ask, cutting
him off. This is a very bad situation for the man, because if he answers
"yes,"
she'll be angry because he's saying that she's fat, and if he answers "no,"
she'll be angry because HE'S OBVIOUSLY LYING BECAUSE NONE OF THE SIZE 5s
FIT HER.

There is no escape for the husband. I think a lot of unexplained
disappearances occur because guys in malls see their wives unsuccessfully
trying on
outfits, and they realize their lives will be easier if, before their wives
come
out and demand to know  whether they're fat, the guys just run off and join
a
UFO cult.

The other day my wife, Michelle, was in a terrific mood, and you  know
why? Because she had successfully put on a size 6 outfit. She said this
made
her feel wonderful. She said, and this is a direct quote: 
"I wouldn't care if these pants were this big (here she held her
arms far apart) as long as they have a '6' on them."

Here's how you could get rich: Start a women's clothing store called
"SIZE 2," in which all garments, including those that were originally
intended to
be restaurant awnings, had labels with the words "SIZE 2."
I bet you'd sell clothes like crazy. You'd probably get rich, and you
could retire, maybe take up some philanthropic activity to benefit
humanity.

I'm thinking here of professional lawn mower racing. 

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