Are men bad dressers?

Are men naturally worse dressers than women, or maybe is it just me?

I went shopping yesterday with a friend-girl of mine and I must say it was nice to have another set of eyes helping with the selection. Definately keeps me from picking out any of those 'what were you thinking' shirts.

Do guys maybe not care as much about style? Maybe it's just cause I don't have to dress up for work that I'm far lazier when it comes to that. I can just wear company swag and be happy with it. Of course, a lot of the guys who do dress up need some help. When's the last time you saw a well dressed car salesman?

Now I'm not saying all women have good taste when it comes to clothes. I'm sure we've all seen girls who should not be exposing any mid-rift who seem to take great pleasure in exposing theirs. Unless you've got it, conceal, conceal, conceal - it works for me.

In general, I think I'm going to have to go with the girls on this one. I think I may have a bias towards pretty girls, though - so I may not be an objective observer.

Why men are superior packers

I have a friend taking off on a little trip - 1 week, and she insists that it'll take at least two evenings to pack and get ready (and before you say it, no - she's not just telling me this to avoid me - this was a serious discussion).
So why do women need that much time to pack? Any guy could get ready for a one week trip in about 20 minutes. 30 tops. Hell - I could get ready to leave on a round-the-world cruise in about that much time.
Do women have that much more stuff to bring? Or do they just overthink the entire packing process. Women spend too much time considering all of the different combinations of what they might possibly be wearing. 'Oh - I need a different top to go with those earrings, and what if we go out to a nice restaurant - and what if it get's a little chilly out at night'. And lets not forget the 4 pairs of shoes for different times of day.
Guys - clean underwear and clean socks and we're good to go. Anything else missing - and that's what the credit card is for.

Maybe I'm being hypocritical about it all - I mean - I appreciate a smart dressed woman as much as the next guy (maybe even more).
So you ladies - keep it up. But don't expect me to wait for you while you get ready - I'll meet you down by the pool. Now - you haven't seen my swimming trunks, have you? And my Visa? You know - it was on the table right by the tickets? No? Hmmmmm.