I'm sure it's been around since cavemen first started wearing animal skins.

Yes, but that presupposes that some cavewoman put on a mastodon miniskirt, asked if she looked fat in it, was told yes, and then beaned Thag with a sabre tooth jawbone or something.

My real bewilderment is at the idea that it got started because some women prefer to be lied to. Dude. Do I want to go out in something that makes me look like a tuba in stilettos? IOW, if I wanted to be lied to, why would I ask?

Never mind. I'm a freak, possibly.

Do I want to go out in something that makes me look like a tuba in stilettos? IOW, if I wanted to be lied to, why would I ask?

Because some women have absolutely no judgement about what looks good on them. They buy the most godawful stuff and then seek reassurance that they made the right choice. Personally, I tell the truth. If they can't handle it, they shouldn't have asked me.

I tell the truth if the questioner and I are in her room trying to decide what she should wear. I lie if we're about to walk into the party and it's too late to change anything.

Because some women have absolutely no judgement about what looks good on them.

That part, I get.

They buy the most godawful stuff and then seek reassurance that they made the right choice.

That part, I missed. If they know their judgment sucks - and I assume they have some clue about it, since they're asking for reassurance - wouldn't they take someone they trusted shopping with them in the first place?

Personally, I tell the truth. If they can't handle it, they shouldn't have asked me.

So do I. But I'm a whole nother deal from asking the man she supposedly trusts to not let her make a fool of herself by wearing something that looks like ass on toast points in public, and then punishing him for doing precisely that.

Do a lot of women do that? When did it become a stereotype? I'm puzzled by it, and I do mean puzzled.

I tell the truth if the questioner and I are in her room trying to decide what she should wear. I lie if we're about to walk into the party and it's too late to change anything.

Yes, I get that - but see above. You aren't her soul mate and the man she trusts to not lie to her.

I'm confused.

Maybe her definition of soulmate is the man she trusts to know just when to lie to her.

Deb, I think the problem is with the women's priorities in what they want out of a mate. They may value honesty, but they place a higher value on the man's ability to make them feel attractive. So, they put the poor schmuck in a bind of "which does she want tonight, honesty or comfort?"

Maybe her definition of soulmate is the man she trusts to know just when to lie to her.

Huh. Interesting idea. What happens to that trust when she walks into a party and forty people chorous at her in a single voice "JEEEEEZ, Lulu! Tony let you out of the house in that? You look like an elephant seal!"

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So, they put the poor schmuck in a bind of "which does she want tonight, honesty or comfort?"

Same response. If he's lying to her in bed, I'd get it. But if they're going out and there's a chance the comfort is going to become ridicule...?

Nope. Still confused. Suspect my confusion isn't going anywhere soon.

What happens to that trust when she walks into a party and forty people chorous at her in a single voice "JEEEEEZ, Lulu! Tony let you out of the house in that? You look like an elephant seal!"

Fuck. I'd never want to go to that party, even if it's not me they're talking to.

But I'm wagering -- she knows that she wants to be lied to, and is hoping everyone will. If they don't, it's not his fault.

No, I wouldn't want to go near that party, myself. But it's really just an extreme example of forty people glancing sidelong and then glancing away. Unless she's the world's worst self-deceiver, she's going to get a sinking feeling in the pit of her tum, surely? And isn't that the genesis of what Sail was talking about, the whole "putting him in a bind" thing?

But I'm wagering -- she knows that she wants to be lied to, and is hoping everyone will. If they don't, it's not his fault.

That, put that way, does explain rather more. Also makes me glad that if I hold up something I'm not sure about - my own clothing choice issues on which I'm likely to ask Nic's opinion are more about colour than fit, since I have a deep, deep love for the golds and yellows and rally can't tell when they don't work on me - I can trust him to say "Sweetie - jaundice. Really no. Do they have one in bronze, or deep green?"