The Sex Effect
"Sex and the City" has spurred lots of media coverage. Even the buttoned up Wall Street Journal did a thing on sexy dress in the workplace recently. Incidentally, someone who was at the movie premiere told me, contrary to rumors of a heart attack, Mr. Big bolts at an inopportune moment. That’s all I’ll say.
The fashions of Sex have inspired many a style in the workplace, liberated styles where women feel empowered to dress like women and not men. The Journal used the term “revealing” and then wondered whether it really meant “trashy.” The burning question: Has sexy office attire gone too far? Do revealing clothes really liberate, or do they merely reinforce old notions feminists have been trying to shed for 40 years.
Full disclosure: I’m a man, an idiot about these things. I am no more qualified to speak to whether or not women are shooting themselves in the foot than I am to whether or not the shoes they wear are some of the stupidest things I’ve ever seen. That’s another topic I’ll jump on one of these weeks.
Men are helpless, ambivalent, even torn. If we had our personal druthers, we’d just as soon see more, not less. But, professionally it’s nothing but trouble. We know it. We’re hopeless.
Truth be told, it’s refreshing to see a woman dressed in something other than a stiff business suit. In fact, when women take fashion risks, it’s downright uplifting. They wear risk so well. They get their hair done funky, don a bold hat, or debut some out-there outfit, the equivalent of which a guy wouldn’t attempt on his life. They do it with confidence, as though it’s a nothing. A man would feel so insecure, he’d be lucky to make it through the day before he bolted to Macy’s for a golf shirt and cotton slacks.
From where that female boldness derives, I do not know. But I like it.
Men either look mostly acceptable at work, or they look like unkempt bums. They avoid risk, they reveal nothing, they fumble along in a fashion coma, hoping they don’t come off like they just spent the weekend on the couch or a bar stool. I’d just like to say right here and now, if I never see a guy with a baseball hat on backwards again, it’ll be too soon.
As far as girl garb goes (forgive me, I’m a sucker for alliteration), I don’t like bellies popping out from under short shirts. I don’t like butts popping out from low riding pants. There is a limit to how much cleavage should be bared, but short of that, I’m not certain what a woman has to wear to put her advancement opportunities in jeopardy.
What say you??


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