Ever since I arrived at manhood, there has always been one
question I haven’t quite gotten the answer to yet. Why, in god’s beautiful and
merciful name, do women get extremely mad or shy (depending on situation) at
men when they are seen only in their bras and panties, but openly and happily
allow a man to look at them while in bikinis. DON’T THEY COVER THE SAME AREA OF
SKIN?
Case in point |
With that statement, comes my conundrum. You see, fashion, as a common sense thing, has basically fallen into a plateau since the 1900’s. Remember what those times were like?
In the days where SWAG and YOLO are just really rumbles of a beat-down drunk from across the graveyard, this impeccable fashion dominated the time. Men were a man’s man. “Dapper” was the term in this era. And guess what? THEY WERE CRIMINALS! That up there is the Butch Cassidy and the Wild Bunch. For those of you who are uninitiated with who he is, here’s a link. Even low-life criminals back then had the style, the charm, and the smoothness of classic Italian playboys.
What about the men of today then?
Uhh, I must have confused “men’s” with “women’s” then. Never mind, let’s carry on. Wait is that a dildo?! And are those sunglasses hanging on her jeans? Somebody go tell this poor blond that vaginas DO NOT need UV protection.
And that’s basically what men’s fashion is all about really.
We still have the shirts that cover the torso, pants that went straight down to
the ankles and the only parts exposed are the hands, feet and head. We were,
rudimentally, unchanged. Clothing is seen as nothing more than a practicality
that helped keep us clothed and warm as well as protecting the soft-squishy
bits that comes with being a man.
Now what about the fine senioritas? How have their fashion
sense changed? Let’s go back to the 1900’s and take a look.
Okay. Err, classy, I think. Do they all have florist shops operating on their heads? Well, that’s a little too much of killing two birds with one stone isn’t it? But hey, they’re still very well dressed. Looking at this picture, you can literally see these women drinking tea in the evenings with their little pinky finger raised over the cup holder, talking all fancy in a garden somewhere quaint and beautifully mowed. I’ll have to say, women’s fashion in the 1990’s were much more practical and interesting on the whole.
See how long of a way they’ve come? Gone were the illegal florists on their head, replaced with full locks of shiny hair and when back in the 1900’s, showing an ankle would have aroused the men (seriously), should the men back then see how much leg were exposed in the 90’s, they would have a little “accident” in their pants already. But see, here is where we start to see “sexy” coming into play. Women are more openly using their assets to enhance their beauty. Slightly shorter skirts here, a little more cleavage there and voila, a man’s attention, all theirs for the taking.
What I do not get then, and never will get is how come, when
a man’s attire covers more parts while being generally much less exposed, is it
possible for women’s clothes to cost more? I mean they USE LESS MATERIALS TO
MAKE! They do not even cover your legs for god’s sake! And the prices on those
dresses are ridiculous!
Women, my question to
you; Why? Why go through all the trouble in the 19th century fighting
for equal rights, desexualizing femininity and so on, and so forth when you are
just sexualizing it all over again now? Women complain that chivalry is dead. IT’S
NOT DEAD! You just want equal rights so you do your shit yourself.
And after that long introduction, I come to the topic. How sexy
is sexy? Women wear low-cut blouse all the time and it’s apparently okay for
them to do so. As a man, I have little to no issue of a woman wanting to show
as much skin as she possibly wants, hell you can walk naked for all I care, its
your body. My issue is when I look at what you are openly showing, then all of a sudden, I get labeled
a pervert. WHAT. THE. FUCK.
That’s like going to a museum and every time you look at the exhibits, the curator comes and calls you a jerk. Have you ever seen a person having to peek through a blindfold to look at exhibits in a museum? I think not. That’s just it isn’t it? Its okay to sneak a peek every once in a while, but full on stare and BOOM! You’re a sexually frustrated man-child who is also coincidentally a pervert and a jerk. I’m a connoisseur of beauty that’s what I am you blibbering idiot! You displayed it, you’re the pervert. What if I took my genitals out of my pants and walked around with it hanging outside just like that? I’d be caught by the police, that’s what’s going to happen. And I’ll be charged, conveniently, for indecent exposure. Hell in some places, I’ll even be inducted into the club of registered sexual offenders!
You know why all these exposure happens don’t you? It’s because
women are progressively being coerced into looking beautiful. Although they
have more rights than they used to, women are still nothing more than
sex-symbols. Look around you. In TV land, magazine ville and the United States
of Advertisements, only the beautiful and sexy share the same postcode. And because
those women seem to hold so much power only with their looks, women who are in
the society tend to want to emulate that formula in gaining power themselves. We
live in a society where everything is only skin deep. Gone are the days of
substance. Everything can be stripped down to its bare essentials and EVERYTHING depends on looks.
And so, to end my rant on the status of what’s sexy today, I
would like to implore the women of the world to think. Do you want to be known
for that chick with a smoking body, that chick that 1 million dudes think about
when jerking off, that chick that people adore because of what they see, or
that chick that was awesome because she was unique and real? Beauty is not a
bad thing. It’s the extreme lengths to which mankind strive to attain it that
is dangerous.