For example, do women routinely put up with jeans that don't really fit, or suit them, because that's whats out there? Sure, they do. Mass market retailing cannot address honestly the huge variation of shape and proportion that exists in the female body. And to be completely honest, do men suffer the same problem? Of course they do. But men, typically, would think it beneath them, somehow un-masculine to complain about how clothes fit, even if that fit is ridiculously bad.
Repeatedly over time we have seen really ill-considered ideas gain significant purchase in the public mind, because the way that bad idea was presented to us struck a chord. Were the neon colors that flooded the eighties a good thing? Did most people look good in them? Not in the least. I know myself that getting my skin tone anywhere near a neon color is a Bad Idea. Did this reality stop anyone from clapping neon sweatshirts, bracelets, scarves, pants and other items onto themselves? Nope. Not a bit.
Change is the essential point here. We face it every day, every minute; and somehow yet, we seem hard wired to resist the idea at all costs. We want life to remain static, perfectly happy, and outside of the wear of Time. If that were so, life would resemble Disneyland, where everything is perfect, clean and happy, but ferociously controlled. We already have a word for that. It isn't pretty. Fascism.
What's the other option?