Aw the inequity! We (men) would never presume to tell our wives what to wear, or when they could buy a new frock. But we need to go through all kinds of machinations to keep peace in the household.

Maybe, just maybe - We need to start saying things like: “Dear? Does this kilt make me look fat?” or “Which kilt goes with these shoes?” or “Do you think that this color of green flashes go with the Weathered MacDurvish, or should I change my hose?”

Maybe then we wouldn’t have so many problems?