I went shopping with Karen yesterday. Every time I do so, I thank my lucky stars that I can go into a store, pick up a shirt or a pair of pants based on a number, and walk out again, secure in the knowledge that it'll actually fit. I don't have to remember the difference between a "Jessica Cut" and a "Natalie Cut", or figure out what a size number means in this store as opposed to what it means in that store.
Plus I don't have to deal with clothes designed by people who apparently hate my entire gender. Sheesh, some of the things in the stores these days seem to be trying to make the female figure as unattractive as possible.
But women put up with it, so I guess it's just me who finds it bizarre and incomprehensible.