Appeal to my vanity - yes go on!

I would rather be a man. I know it is difficult to shave everyday, and all that, but it is easier buying a pair of trousers for men. Imagine: I go to the store and the only choice facing me is 3 colours. What's the worst case scenario? I buy 3 pairs of trousers and come home. I don't have to think about trousers for a long time. For some people, they also don't have to think about height separately.

"What size Sir"
"32-32"

You don't even need to remember 2 separate numbers. How cool is that?

Or I could be a child, just ask me how old I am and bingo! I swear I would not be offended if it saved me hours of agonizing over the right fit. For those who insist on not divulging their age, it could be arranged by decades, and you could go there and pick out your age.

"How old are you?"
"You know, I look like a 2T, but I am really 3 years old!" *Gush gush blush blush*

Honestly, I don't know the deal with women's sizes. By the time, I arrive in the approximate geographical location, after hours of meandering down "Woman", "Petite Large", "Misses Petite" and "Misses Pregnant, but not yet large", I am ready to leave. But if I really must buy trousers, I dig up my perseverance and lumber on. Dockers, Lee, Gloria Vanderbilt, NY&C - every single brand appeals to my vanity in different ways. One says, I am size 2, another insists I am 0, another says 4 in the PM section(That's petite medium!) As if, these brands were not making it hard enough, stores decide to chip in for their share too. One store had sizes 3,5,7 - maybe, the odd numbers came and cried in the Board of Governors meeting.

One place, I picked up size 1. Now unless, we have the changed the value-based system of counting, 1 is lower-end and 10 is higher end. So, for pants, one would assume that 1 uses less cloth when you look at circumference right? Wrong! This '1' size was enough for the elephant in Oakland Zoo.

I would like to meet the marketing wizard who came up with the "psychology" that women would like to think themselves as slimmer, and the only way to do that was by confusing the trouser sizes?!

I gave up finally! The left leg doesn't have a tear yet, so, I suppose I could wait before buying another pair, I tell myself. Then, I see one pair for an obscene price with a tear in both legs. That's easy - I'll just pick up a pair of scissors and try to recreate another symmetrical tear, and make do for another year or two!