Wow! Great thread. Response to all 143 posts follows, by points: 1) Women's clothing: Sucks. I'd really like to be able to buy things for my wife, but I wouldn't dare. Screw up in the wrong direction, and you're history, pal. And as has been mentioned, size varies by manufacturer and even day-to-day for a specific woman. The best I can do is go with her on shopping day, stand outside the fitting room, and answer Nice, dear when asked how 'this' looks. 2) All that crap Bailey has in her purse: Ever heard George Carlin's A place for my stuff ? You take what you think you need. I have a wallet chock full 'o plasic (and occasionally even miniscule amounts of cash as well), car keys, change, a pen, and a pager. If I'm working on computers that day, I'll have my Leatherman on the belt opposite the pager. If I'm going to be in a bad neighborhood, I'll have the Spyderco in my back pocket. The first aid kit is in the glove box of my car, and another one is in the center pocket of my large ruck. There's a blanket and bungees in the trunk of the car, and a poncho, bungees, and a hammock in the right hand pocket of the ruck, the 'cho liner is in the ruck. There's a flashlight in the glove box of the car, and another one in the left hand pocket of the ruck. MREs in the trunk of the car, more in the ruck. Usually a couple warm cans of Mountain Dew rolling around on the floor in the car as well, and a two-quart full of stale water on the right hand side of the ruck. Iodine pills too. Dropped into a foreign country, I can survive indefinitely in any area sufficiently advanced enough to take either Visa or Mastercard. So long as I have either my car, my ruck, or both, I can survive at least a week regardless of the environment. And if I have a gun, I can survive theoretically forever, so long as I find someone who planned ahead a little better than I did, and I got the drop on them.

So you don't really need to carry a twenty-pound purse, although if you're going to go to the woods to live deliberately, to suck the marrow out of life , I advise taking at least 50 lbs of ruck full of useful things. And if you're going to do computer consulting in Chicago, I would recommend the 3600-lb Oldsmobile full of useful things. 3) How many pairs of shoes do you own?: I dunno if I can count that high, but I'll try. 1 pr'Rain shoes' - running shoes older than Jesus, worn to make it rain 15 prs of leg boots (3 pair never been worn) - standard Army boots 2 prs jungle boots - (1 never worn, 1 worn daily most of the time) 2 prs desert boots - (1 never worn) 1 pr 'waffle-os' - pre-Army hiking boots 1 pr nasty old construction-worker boots 2 prs cheap running shoes 3 prs low quarters - standard army-issue dress shoes 2 prs Chloroframs - real army dress shoes 2 prs tan suede loafers - only worn where rain shoes or jungle boots would be inappropriate 1 pr white patent-leather marching band shoes - because someday I may go back.

This, to me, seems like a rediculously silly large number of shoes. And yet, my wife easily has twice as many shoes as me. Why is this? Sure, I have 32 pairs of shoes- but 22 of those were presents from Uncle, and 4 more of those I'd never own were it not for Uncle, so realistically I actually own 6 or 7 pairs of shoes. And of those, I wear four with any regularity. And my wife has upwards of 50? Er?