I had to buy new jeans today. I was ultimately successful thanks to a very patient saleswoman, but the process always makes me feel like someone's grandmother. I don't understand how the sizing works, I don't know what any of the style names mean, and I can't articulate what I want. Fortunately this time I just wore the jeans I wanted to replace and pointed at myself and was like find me this! It kinda makes me feel like I should go live under a rock and let humanity get on with it's crazy new-fangled world of skinny, serious skinny, flaunting skinny, legging, figure enhancer, and other violent, anti-body fashion crap like that.