Of pant sizes and hell

Danalyn here, hijacking Yoshi’s blog because I screwed up my blog and needed a place to rant.

To the women who read this blog: Wouldn’t it be great to walk into a store and know exactly which pant size you need?

Yes it would. Instead of having to try to guess which size you are currently (because for some reason, clothing manufacturers decide to alter the size chart just to make fat people feel good about themselves because a size 16 is now a size 12).

Women need pant sizes like men have…with the addition of hip measurement.

“Oh look, 26, 36, 25 – just my size.” (stfu, I’m short, okay)

Instead, women have to jump through an assortment of hoops just to find the right fit.

First, you have the regular vs. the misses sizes. Regular: 2, 4, 6, 8, etc. Misses: 1, 3, 5, 7, etc.

Then, you have to figure out what length…but unlike men’s lengths, women only have the choices of petite (short), regular, and tall…where your height will fall in the manufacturers’ ever-changing size chart will vary, however.

I have been a size 8 my entire adult life. I’ve had “fat” and “not-so-fat” fluctuations that caused me to go up or down a pant size occasionally. But for the most part, I’ve been able to buy a size 8 without trying it on, and it would just fit.

But I have this problem with pants that, so far, only Old Navy has been able to solve. I’m short. Almost 5’3″…but not quite.

When I buy pants, petite lengths are usually too short for me, but regular lengths usually require come-fuck-me boots…and even then, sometimes, I still walk on the hems.

Last week, when the hole in my ass pocket seam tore beyond repair or reasonable shirt-cover-up, I went shopping for a new pair of jeans.

Without thinking, I grabbed a pair of 8/petites, paid, and walked out the door. I didn’t try them on because I have never tried on a pair of pants 10 years.

When I got home, they didn’t fit. They were huge. Not only slightly huge (like, maybe after dinner, you wouldn’t have to put your hand down your pants ala Al Bundy to relieve the pressure)…but I was swimming in them! I could pull the pants up and down without unbuttoning them. This might be advantageous for those “intimate” moments…but I’ve been married for 9 years and those moments are few and far between…and I would rather not have my ass sagging like I just took a dump in my pants.

So, I went back to the store last night.

This time, I picked up a size 6. Because the dressing rooms were crowded with a line forming (only 2 stalls), I decided to not try them on and brought them home.

They fit better…but they’re STILL BAGGY!

Now, before anyone says “Oh, you’ve just lost weight”, let me tell you I’m cheap bastard when it comes to clothes…as such, I still have 10-year-old clothes in my closet right now. MY 10-YR-OLD SIZE 8 PANTS STILL FIT ME JUST FINE THANKYOUVERYMUCH.

Seriously…if it weren’t for my fat ass, I’d be buying men’s pants…but *sigh* women’s pants (when they actually do fit) fit better around the hips.

We should all just boycott clothes until they fix it, dammit!

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17 thoughts on “Of pant sizes and hell

  1. Yes, let's all run around naked and act like cavemen. LOL I was loling during this, "…like i just took a dump in my pants."

    LOLOL

  2. Yeah…I don't like dresses because I have to shave when I wear them.

    That, and when I buy dresses, I run into another problem…if I want a dress to fit my hips, I will be swimming in the chest area…if I buy them to fit my chest (or lack thereof), they'll be tight on my hips.

  3. PS: Will someone tell Yoshi to hurry up and make a new theme with BIGGER FONTS???

    PPS: Yes, it's 6:30am.

    PPPS: No, I haven't actually been to sleep yet…

  4. The last time I wore a dress was at my sisters wedding. It was…pink.

    I also have had pretty good luck with old navy jeans. They just had a 12 dollar jeans sale. It rocked.

    Oh hi. This isn’t an email is it.

    Ok take care now.

  5. I thought Yoshi wrote this and was very confused why he cared about women's pant sizes, hehehe.

    I actually understand the women's sizes so much better than actual math or S/M/L/XL/etc sizes. But I don't understand petite or Tall.

  6. I don't get s/m/l/xl sizes either, but usually when I'm buying anything in those sizes, it's t-shirts…and I like my normal shirts bigger/baggier…so as long as it's a unisex shirt, I just buy L so both of us can wear them. lol.

  7. Old Navy is the one pants that fit perfectly for me, otherwise I would be walking around naked. Which, I think would be great, but some people don't appreciate it as much.

    And you really don't look like an 8. Not that I remember what an 8 looked like since it was back in 1996 but I do have teenagers and you look in their range. Maybe you have a mental illness that changes your body perception. Because in my head, I am still a size three but everyone knows I am screwed up in the head.

  8. It's all messed up. When I was 19-ish, I weighed 117 lbs. I'm 5'6". I was in a size 10. And no, 100 lbs of it was not in my ass LOL.

    Now that I'm old and everything went to hell, I weigh 140 and I take a size LARGE in a dress. Seriously. There's probably 100 lbs on my ass NOW but still. I take a 36 B bra and a good 3/4 of my dresses are large. What would you do if you had actual real boobs? You'd never be able to get into a size large dress!

    I broke down and bought 2 pairs of jeans last winter. Some of you may remember a post I made about how anyone can wear those things for more than 5 minutes cuz seriously…uncomfortable. I wore them all the time when I was a kid so it must be a lost memory, heh. Those jeans are a fucking size 10.

    So…size 10 at 117 lbs and a size 10 at 140 lbs.

    I don't get it either.

  9. Melanie: Yeah, nekkid is not appreciated by everyone…although, if I boycotted clothes, I'd have to shave more frequently…so I may have to move on to bathrobes… :P

    MA: lol. I remember that post. The size thing is annoying, but pants don't…I like my pants because they cover my hairy legs.

  10. Wait, that could explain all the youngsters out there wearing those huge jeans that start right below they ass! No? It couldn’t? It’s plain stupidity? Yes, most likely…