Do you hate shopping for clothes?

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This is only for guys.

Also, this is why American Apparel is the shit.

Even though they only have 4 items for guys.

Have you looked at Levi's 520s?

In fact, the reverse is true for women. I hate shopping for clothes.

So OTM!

I bought a jacket yesterday that looked okay at the store, and now I have it home and I look like a goddamned golfer in winter. Now I have to take it back.

Also, why in gods name is everything pink and pastel blue and brown? And the worst of 80s throwbacks (frills in unflattering places, bagginess, ridiculous looking off the shoulder garbage... HUGE ROLLED UP CUFFS ON JEANS WTF?!).

I know what I like and what looks good on me, so I tend only to buy when and if that comes round into fashion. I wish I knew how to sew, then I'd be set.

the thing i don't like is shopping for an outfit to wear to one particular event.... such as my bro's wedding, mum has made a sort of a request that i don't wear my usual 'wacky' attire, now i am in a quandary and also completely out of time....

also i think gstrings are heaps more comfy than any other type of undy

I can't even find a good t-shirt anymore. The few times I find one with an inoffensive/understated design and color, it's some awful thick, scratchy material. Which sucks because I wear a t-shirt most of the time during the warm months (all ten of them).

But this: "the worst of 80s throwbacks (frills in unflattering places, bagginess, ridiculous looking off the shoulder garbage..." is so true.

It is a fashion designed to be unflattering so only very beautiful people with all the right curves and flat bits can carry it off. Everyone else just looks illfitted.

Speaking of cluttered racks gem, there's a cool little shop in the arcade where my local shops are that has loads of obscure nifty stuff just jammed onto racks. Ive found a few great skirts and tops and everything's real cheap. Plus it's called Han Ar Rum Fashion and Socks, which makes me giggle for some reason.

sounds tops trayce! there are millions of cool shops like that in melbs, heaps more than here. although there is one here that is also in melbourne, called kinky gerlinky, it's on brunswick st there and in freo here.

If you're a girl. When you're a bloke with an ENORMOUS MEMBER it gets a bit claustrophobic.

Not to mention the wacky ribbon that goes up your arse.

Nice subtle bit of salesmanship, there.

- wise man

No, wait, that can't be true. I spend ages doing it. Except nothing fits me at the moment, which just makes me feel fat and incapable. And it costs so much money. Why did they have to clean up Camden Market so you can't get a bag of #5 clothes any more?

OTM

The styles I find I like best are actually closer to what my grandfather would have worn, ironically (knit crew neck sweaters, dark cords, brown comfort shoes, etc.) I can never find shoes because I have wide feet, and shirts are always either way too big or too tight (I have a very slight gut). Pants are also usually too big, even the so-called "straight leg" styles.

i used to hate nothing more though.

i used to have lots of trouble finding things i liked, but then i realised i was just in the wrong stores. the right stores are more expensive, but the experience is so much more enjoyable that i really dont mind spending a little extra for something that makes me feel good.

I have a problem with shirts not being long enough for me. I also have a problem with a lot of coats/tops/etc. accomodating my chest. Oh and jeans accomodating my ass. I guess I'm just fat, nevermind.

To answer the original question, I love shopping for tops, skirts, sweaters. I hate shopping for jeans or other trousers - my legs are very short and my hips are very un-boyish. I have never, not once, tried on a pair of trousers that fit!

I hate shopping. I hate the big wopping store fronts with names like Paz and Wenk, the un-naturally straight hair of the pile of foundation that make up half the staff, the blobs of hair gel and squinty piggish eyes that make up the other . . . oh whoops a-fucking daisy forgot about the shrivelled old pruneish fifty something women who broadcast exactly the same feeling as when you were little and your mother used to slobber all over a handkerchief and then wipe your face with it.

I hate ALL t-shirts with anything written on them, shit and useless "coats", the fuckadaisical "Muzak" that seems to come from deep within the core of planet bland, that bizarre sensation when you find yourself looking at 60 pairs of old women's underwear AT THE SAME TIME, the vague and almost stealth placement of the tills, fat security guards, screaming hateful babies, teenage girls, teenage girls on phones, teenage girls talking, the ubiquity of the pre-packed sandwich, mirrors, the whole shop vibrating when a train goes past seventy feet below you . . . .

City centre shopping, especially for clothes is everything I hate. Which wierdly means that I'd find true happiness stealing things from fields.

Also there is always a shortage of jeans in my size (W 32" L 34"). A lot of shops don't even have long leg jeans at all! The bastards.

Also, I hate how hip people are in clothes shops. I want to yell "stop judging me!" at them. These days I wear my Dad's hand me downs and my brother's hand-me-ups.