For once in my life I have a good pair of winter shoes. These things have zippers and flaps and special compartments. You practically need an instructional manual just to figure out how to tie them.
My little sister gave them to me. Most winters I’m out here on the streets in crappy shoes. The slightest sprinkle of rain and my feet would get soaked and I’d be walking around for two weeks in wet socks. Mostly because I HATE shopping for clothes. I’ll walk around for weeks in rags and crappy shoes just because I don’t want to bother shopping.
I think most men need mothers or girlfriends or sisters to dress them properly. Left to our own devices, we’d probably still be stomping around like hairy cavemen wrapped in animal pelts.