So anyway, I did it. I wore skirts. The first day (my birthday) I was very self-conscious and felt as if everyone was looking at me and judging me. Turns out they were looking and judging, but it wasn't in the negative way that I thought it would be. People smiled at me more. The next day, I felt slightly less nervous. By the end of five days of letting the world see my legs, I was enjoying myself. I had realised that I like wearing skirts and dresses. They're flattering, they're easy to coordinate, there are more options for changing the way you look with accessories (stockings ftw!), and they feel good. When I'm wearing a skirt, I feel good. I get more positive attention when I'm wearing a skirt. I've been complimented more on the way I dress since May this year than ever before in my life. The skirts, suffice to say, are here to stay.
Nowadays, I wear skirts and dresses as a rule. My pants still don't fit (except my cargoes which rock hard), and I haven't bought any more. This morning, having been a bit lazy and not done washing as often as I should, I found myself pulling on pants. When I looked in the mirror, I was shocked. It looked wrong! I felt frumpy and plain and boring. *gulp* "Well," I thought, "Rule of thumb for life - when you have no option, brazen it out." So off I went to work in my pants.
Wearing pants makes me feel different. I was curious about whether it would make people see me diffferently. So I googled "wearing pants"..
The first thing that popped up led me to this: "This is why I highly recommend that you wear the pants before your wife does. Otherwise, before you know it, you'll be wearing a skirt around the house while dusting the furniture." This was from Askmen.com.
After I picked my eyes up off the keyboard and put them back in my head, I figured that I'd better change my search terms. This time, I used "women wearing pants."
From a feminist website: "For many Sisters, pants evoke power: They're all about feeling strong and confident in a world where some still consider working women inferior." "I like wearing skirts, but I think pantsuits put me on the same level as a man," she says. "I think it takes away from the sexuality of wearing a skirt."
So in order to be on equal footing with men, you have to be asexual??? Right now I am resisting a very unladylike urge to go out and beat up some feminists. This mentality is the one that was rammed down my throat in Dargaville, which is probably the most backward place I've ever lived. Having to dress asexually in order to be accepted was the cause of pretty much all of the lack of confidence in my sexuality that plagued me in my 20s. And I'm not talking 'pants vs skirts' asexually. I'm talking 'look like you couldn't get laid if you wanted to because your clothes are unflattering and mannish' asexually. People with this attitude are emasculating many women (is that even possible? - Ed) who choose a career in a previously male-dominated area. Sure, they may feel as though they are striking blows for career equality everywhere, but what they're actually doing is giving out the message that one must deny one's gender in order to be successful.
Sorry, my version of successful includes being able to be taken seriously because I am intelligent, articulate and capable, and female. The woman above can take her man-suit and her bullshit attitude and shove it up her gender-indifferent jaxie. [/rant]
And then.. wait for it... in the same article:
"Pants are versatile. You can find them in any style or color. And when worn with a matching jacket, they look pulled-together and clean. They're comfortable and classy, and more forgiving of body flaws than dresses. Pants camouflage skinny legs or thick thighs and hips."
Yes, that's right. Pants make you feel strong, confident, and powerful - but don't forget to disguise those unsightly body flaws! You know, because unless your body looks perfect, you can't be confident, strong and powerful really. Sisters, we are equal to men in every way! But we must feed your insecurities about your body because you have to look good for the men! (Tats says - WTF is wrong with having blatantly skinny legs and still feeling powerful?)
So much for the feminists. What do the bible-bashers have to say?
"Advertising agencies quickly prepared marketing research to find out the reaction of men to a woman wearing pants. Do you know what they found? Using newly developed technology, they tracked the path that a man's eyes take when looking at a woman in pants. They found that when a man looked at a woman in pants from the back, he looked directly at her bottom. When he looked at a woman wearing pants from the front, advertisers found that his eyes dropped directly to a woman's most private and intimate area. Not her face! Not her chest! ... *snip* ... Men's eyes will follow the lines right up her legs and finish the picture in their imagination. Women's eyes may do the same thing, but since women don't have the same type of temptations, their imaginations don't complete the picture in the same way as men's do." (From here. Actually quite interesting in a historical way)
So, ladies - apparently if we wear pants, guys will look at our bits and use their imaginations. Shock! Horror! It would seem that a skirt works as a Shield of Protection that fuddles a man's imagination so that he can't picture what female genitalia look like. Also, apparently, we don't do this at all! We're genetically programmed to not think about willies. *cough*
This really did shock me though. 1995? In California? WTF?
Maybe this guy has the solution.
My conclusion: People should wear what they damn well please. If pants are your thing, and you like the way you look in them, wear them. I won't judge you. But I choose to wear skirts and I care not a hoot what all the self-proclaimed experts say. Skirts make me feel good and when I feel good I'm better at life. Suck on that, macho-feminist-bible-bashing-folk-with-n
In other news, I may have to work on my flirting technique. Gape-eyed staring followed by gales of laughter when you realise how silly you must look certainly gets attention, but possibly not the right kind of attention.
(i think i made his day though, just quietly)