Too much. Heels - sexy. Short shorts - sexy. Strapless top - sexy. No, no, no! Those football player shoulders - so not sexy. Ok, ok, that was a little catty. Anyway, reiterating again: one body part on display at once, ladies. I actually wear short shorts with heels, but with a looser fitting t-shirt or blouse that covers up cleavage, understated makeup and hair. You have to ratchet down the sexy in other departments if you're screaming it in one.
Christina
at August 10, 2007 8:46 AM
> You have to ratchet down
> the sexy in other departments
> if you're screaming it in one.
Why?
Crid
at August 10, 2007 9:04 AM
Most Latinas I know dress just like the girl in this picture. Often. It's a culture thing, I guess.
Flynne
at August 10, 2007 9:05 AM
My husband always remarks on these women that show too much. At first I was amazed that he didn't find it sexy. But what Christina said is true.... don't scream it in all areas. I'll bet even most men feel the way my husband does.
I love the Grand Lux Cafe in the B.C. My daughter and I eat there often.
girlatheist
at August 10, 2007 9:06 AM
"> You have to ratchet down
> the sexy in other departments
> if you're screaming it in one.
Why?"
So you don't look like a tacky whore who is trying too hard and only needs a price tag stuck on your ass to complete the look.
If you have to dress like a hooker to get attention, it's like saying, "What I lack in appeal and personality I make up for in availability."
Pirate Jo
at August 10, 2007 9:33 AM
She looks like a typical Scottsdale girl to me. But it's trophy wife central here so no surprise.
BTW, is there a magazine or book that tells all the wannabe trophy wives how to dress? Because they all look so much alike. You'd think they were issued a uniform somewhere. How do they know what to wear? Is it some Pleistocene slut instinct or something?
Todd Fletcher
at August 10, 2007 9:44 AM
She looks like a typical girl to me too.
PurplePen
at August 10, 2007 9:53 AM
Funny you mention that, Tood F. I was at the mall in Scottsdale last weekend and noticed the same thing.
Darry
at August 10, 2007 9:57 AM
It's trophy-wife central here too. I work in Newport Beach and they at least know how to dress. Looks like that wouldn't get you very good service at Fashion Island or South Coast Plaza.
Christina
at August 10, 2007 9:58 AM
> look like a tacky
> whore
You're being sooooooo judgmental!!
A few years ago there was a book published about this woman that asked how it was she came to be so close to so many powerful men, even though she was never a great beauty or a shimmering intellect. I wish I could remember the precisely wording the reviewer used, because it was golden, and I can't convey all the meaning... But it went something like this: She knew that in the hours that she was with the powerful men and the beautiful women weren't, she had an unbeatable, almost unfair advantage. (The subtext here is that men are dogs. You knew that, right?)
I don't think your average tubetop teenager at the Beverly Hills mall is blessed with any kind of nuanced sophistication for these matters. But we're not talking about Condi Rice or Meg Whitman... This creature wasn't going to the board of directors meeting this afternoon, anyway.
And it's kind of naive to think we can put a stop to the power of sexual attraction by just laying down new rules for public conduct. Forget Beverly Hills: Right now, in the most gawdawful shithole corner of Afghanistan, there's one woman in a burqa who thinks the woman sitting next to her in a burqa is really slutting it up, and needs to be disciplined.
Crid
at August 10, 2007 10:03 AM
I love the Grand Lux Cafe in the B.C. My daughter and I eat there often.
We ate there by default, but the decor I found frightening and the portions were sized for families of 15. The individual portions, I mean. The Mongolian steak did taste great, although the accompanying sauce was a bit like you'd get at a fast food chain...overly sweet and a bit like brown catsup with soy sauce.
Well too damn bad! I'm just calling it as I see it. I think the power of sexual attraction is great and wonderful - and so is a half-ounce of taste in clothes. I'm not saying this chick IS a tacky whore - just that she appears to be dressed like one.
Pirate Jo
at August 10, 2007 10:14 AM
> a half-ounce of taste
And I'm saying, like, it's not your feelings that she's concerned with. (Mine neither, I'm old enough to be her father, and closing in on her grandaddy.)
I love this stuff. There's a reason that women are called "catty" but men never are (gays excepted.) I have this theory that feminine nature convinces women that in matters of intense feeling, identity becomes unimportant.
Men know better by brutal experience. No matter how much the captain of the high school football team gets laid on a school night, Our Hero is at home drinking Mr. Pibb and glueing model airplane parts.
The women who know better by whatever blessing, such as Ms. Harriman, get clucked at... All the way to the ambassador's residence in Paris.
Crid
at August 10, 2007 10:28 AM
It's a generational thing, purple, if you haven't guessed by now. I am enjoying the current exchange though.
Joe
at August 10, 2007 10:35 AM
"And I'm saying, like, it's not your feelings that she's concerned with."
Well duh, Crid - obviously she doesn't even know what my opinion is, let alone care. I just think her outfit looks tacky, and since the subject had already been brought up, don't feel that there is anything wrong with agreeing.
Incidentally, not all men go for the "blatant" schtick, either. There was a gal on Ragbrai, for example, who would have been quite a looker except for being much too overweight. So, in order to compensate, she was showing skin left and right. Because since, as you put it, men are dogs, they all just want to see more skin, right?
Well, as it turns out, not really. After seeing her tits enough times, those big mamas had lost a bit of their shock value. It just came across as a pathetic, desperate bid for attention after about three or four days. No one was really even noticing anymore.
It doesn't make me catty to have observed this.
And Ms. Harriman may have been making the most of her personal contacts, but she doesn't exactly seem like the kind of woman who got where she did by flashing her tits in public. The ambassador's residence in Paris sounds nice, but I'd probably try to get there via some other route than multiple divorces.
Pirate Jo
at August 10, 2007 11:01 AM
Call Amy when you get there, she'll meet you for lunch.
Crid
at August 10, 2007 11:04 AM
Thanks Joe. Actually I didnt understand what the big deal was about this girls outfit. She looks like a typical friend or acquaintance. In fact the other day I went to go have a drink with a future lawyer, dressed exactly the same but with clear heels.
PurplePen
at August 10, 2007 11:14 AM
You gotta admit that's a hell of a pair of legs, though.
brian
at August 10, 2007 11:35 AM
May I just interject here how much I *hate* the Beverly Center? It's got all the ambience of a video arcade in an airplane hangar, plus you have to *pay them* to shop there (no free parking).
The end result is how the person carries themselves in their particular style, but we do base our initial judgements on first impressions too.
Joe
at August 10, 2007 11:56 AM
I agree, Brian - she does have great legs.
Pirate Jo
at August 10, 2007 12:07 PM
>(Mine neither, I'm old enough to be her father, and closing in on her grandaddy.)
It's funny you should say that, Crid. I somehow got the impression of age from the photo. Like she's forty-something trying to look much younger. I don't know what gives me that impression; something about the way she's standing, I think. At any rate, I just get the impression she's trying too hard.
Kimberly
at August 10, 2007 12:20 PM
What she is wearing doesn't really bother me. I think she is wearing shorts though, which kind of bunch up in her ass cheeks. A skirt would look better, it would have a nicer line, and if the skirt was maybe 2 inches longer than the shorts, it would be more balanced. Her hair looks weird, and a smaller bag would look better.
Women really get competitive with this stuff, and the first thing that they say is that the other woman is a slut. It would be nice if we could move beyond our brainwashing about it being wrong for women to have sex. I'm not interested in having another woman trying to control my sexual behaviour, just because men are disturbed by the idea of women having sex, and that's what it all comes down to.
I have a nice body and like to show it off, but I dress quite tastefully. I still get the evil looks and the catty comments behind my back, so it just goes to show that you can't win in this kind of a game.
Chrissy
at August 10, 2007 12:30 PM
If more of my Sister Forties were dressing that way on a Thursday afternoon out shopping, these years would be more fun than they've actually turned out to be.
Crid
at August 10, 2007 12:31 PM
Go to shopping areas in Palm Springs, Crid. You'll see plenty of 40+ women dressed very...lightly. Many of them have enormous boobs, as well. Some even natural. It's a true second/third/fourth wife area.
Kimberly
at August 10, 2007 1:12 PM
My future lawyer friend with the clear heels is one smart cookie. She makes double what I make, drives a beemer, and carries herself very well. Actually now that I think about it, I never thought her look was hookerish. But I do like women who dress slutty. I dont do any such thing, because it would kill the hard-earned respect from my male co-workers. So it all depends what you want outta life.
PurplePen
at August 10, 2007 1:17 PM
I love this stuff. There's a reason that women are called "catty" but men never are (gays excepted.) I have this theory that feminine nature convinces women that in matters of intense feeling, identity becomes unimportant.
Straight out of the ev psych textbooks...women fight wars of words, men duke it out with their fists.
And to those who think I'm tsk-tsking her for being a slut, I'm actually slut-positive. I just prefer sluts who are successful at what they do. Had she just worn a miniskirt instead of shorts, I probably would just have admired her legs, not taken her picture or posted anything about it.
It was a joke... It's just that catty women sometimes talk like Taliban. "Her neck is showing! She blasphemes Allah!"
> Straight out of the ev
> psych textbooks...
Which ones? Fuckers are stealing my best stuff, and that's the last straw!
Crid
at August 10, 2007 2:06 PM
>It was a joke... It's just that catty women sometimes talk like Taliban. "Her neck is showing! She blasphemes Allah!"
You're very right. I'm usually just amused when I see someone trying too hard to get noticed. Women who are confident, who are comfortable in their own skins, can honestly wear just about anything and carry it off. And they're the ones who don't tend to be as catty, probably because they don't feel in competition with the other women.
At a mall in San Diego, I'd often see this tiny old lady, hair dyed a light shade of pink, usually wearing a tutu-like outfit also in pink. She should have looked silly, but she was so comfortable with herself that the look worked for her - plus she had amazing legs for someone who had to be at least 75. I hope I have her balls when I'm that age.
Kimberly
at August 10, 2007 2:27 PM
TO: Amy Alkon, et al.
RE: Perhaps....
"if you don't want people to suspect you're working the Boulevard instead of the dinner shift at Applebee's avoid wearing short shorts and heels." -- Amy Alkon
....she has a 'second job'? Tongue firmly in cheek.
Something AFTER the 'dinner shift'? No need to go home to change for the 'after dinner shift'.
Some would call it 'efficiency'.
Regards,
Chuck(le)
P.S. I appreciate efficient business women.
Chuck Pelto
at August 10, 2007 3:11 PM
TO: Kimberly
RE: Thhhaaaanks For the Memorieeeeessss....
"I'd often see this tiny old lady, hair dyed a light shade of pink, usually wearing a tutu-like outfit also in pink." -- Kimberly
Long ago, in a life that seems far, far away. Where I wore nothing but green, we had a tactical field report titled the GREEN-2-2. Had to be in at the battalion TOC at 1800hrs, precisely.
The company commanders usually had to be at the TOC at that time anyway for the nightly command and staff meeting.
We, the company commanders, talked it over and decided we'd have a 'combined' singing telegram of some shapely young things deliver it on one occassion. All dressed in green tutus. And, just as a lark, we'd have one of the company commanders dress up in a green tutu to deliver their report.
The idea broke down when no one of the commanders would do the latter. Even if we drew straws.
RE: Such Confidence
"She should have looked silly, but she was so comfortable with herself that the look worked for her." -- Kimberly
Who cares what you wear, as long as you are not naked. If you are comfortable with yourself, they can all go fly a kite, for all I care.
Regards,
Chuck(le)
[The height of sophistication not caring what others think about what you wear.]
P.S. But be advised, some people do care about what you wear.
Try dressing as a down-on-his-luck Renaissance freebooter for a 'casual' brigade function.
Or low-crawling across the dance floor in your dress-blues to tug on the big bow on the dress of the shapely singer at some formal division function.
Such men go into special ops.....
....after they've 'read about it' in their annual 'report card'.
Chuck Pelto
at August 10, 2007 3:22 PM
Men don't like to see to much skin in all directions? Hmmmm, I dunno, my favourite venue for girl-admiring is French Mediterranean beaches, where it ALL hangs out.
I must admit, however, to a slight frisson at the thought of chatting up a totally naked woman. Topless, OK, but naked.... mmmuyynnngggggggg....
Stu "El Inglés" Harris
at August 10, 2007 3:25 PM
TO: Stu "El Inglés" Harris
RE: What's the Matta?
"Topless, OK, but naked.... mmmuyynnngggggggg...." -- Stu "El Inglés" Harris
'Cat' got your tongue?
Regards,
Chuck(le)
Chuck Pelto
at August 10, 2007 3:48 PM
Who's judging? We're all judging, every single minute, hour and day. I've read that sizing up a person takes only a few seconds and they're categorized, however inaccurately, forevermore. Well perhaps not forevermore, but first impressions are hard to overcome. Many guys might find the display of skin appealing, but not many of them will be thinking "there's my future wife". I'm all for gratuitous displays of skin, and when I'm wearing provocative clothes, I'm not looking for Mr Right. I'm looking for Mr. Right Now. Anyway, the overall point is that you can be incredibly sexy without looking like you're selling it.
Clear heels? Oh no!
christina
at August 10, 2007 8:06 PM
This reminds me of the Fug Girls' continuing crusade to remind everyone that "formal shorts" is an oxymoron.
I can't criticize the pictured person, though. If I could wear heels like that without howling in pain, I'd wear them with shorts, with jeans, with skirts, with pajamas, with a radiation suit...
Yes, the Grand Lux Cafe is owned by the same people that own Cheesecake Factory, so it has that "chain" feel to it. Overblown decor and all, I've never had a bad meal there. As for the portions, daughter and I always share something and have leftovers!
girlatheist
at August 11, 2007 3:52 PM
Women derive a great deal of practical power by exploiting men's hardwired circuitry for paying attention to sexual availability signals. Men often find incomprehensible the disapproval of some women towards others because these others look "slutty".
It's solidarity. "Yes, we'll lead them around, but for God's sake keep it down girl!". It's identical in kind if not in degree to the fear and disdain felt by wives towards whores.
But wait, it gets better! What are nudity taboos but an attempt to replace primal sensory cues with socially constructed signifiers, so that horniness can be simulated? What is makeup (reddened cheeks, darkened eyelids, red pouty lips) but a simulation of sexual arousal?
Dissimulation has been the name of the game ever since we repurposed sex as pair-bond superglue. And with multiple layers of tactical communication in play, the traffic on the "I (am / am not) sexually available" communication channel becomes as easy to understand as, oh, price fluctuations on the stock market. Multiple iterations of game play have left nothing but noise, at least in public.
Oh the humanity!
--
phunctor
phunctor
at August 12, 2007 7:17 AM
But, I'm not against sluts or nudity as I said above. But, going over the top probably doesn't serve a girl. It's a question of degree. Same heels and a very short skirt, I would've just admired her legs.
Too much. Heels - sexy. Short shorts - sexy. Strapless top - sexy. No, no, no! Those football player shoulders - so not sexy. Ok, ok, that was a little catty. Anyway, reiterating again: one body part on display at once, ladies. I actually wear short shorts with heels, but with a looser fitting t-shirt or blouse that covers up cleavage, understated makeup and hair. You have to ratchet down the sexy in other departments if you're screaming it in one.
Christina at August 10, 2007 8:46 AM
> You have to ratchet down
> the sexy in other departments
> if you're screaming it in one.
Why?
Crid at August 10, 2007 9:04 AM
Most Latinas I know dress just like the girl in this picture. Often. It's a culture thing, I guess.
Flynne at August 10, 2007 9:05 AM
My husband always remarks on these women that show too much. At first I was amazed that he didn't find it sexy. But what Christina said is true.... don't scream it in all areas. I'll bet even most men feel the way my husband does.
I love the Grand Lux Cafe in the B.C. My daughter and I eat there often.
girlatheist at August 10, 2007 9:06 AM
"> You have to ratchet down
> the sexy in other departments
> if you're screaming it in one.
Why?"
So you don't look like a tacky whore who is trying too hard and only needs a price tag stuck on your ass to complete the look.
If you have to dress like a hooker to get attention, it's like saying, "What I lack in appeal and personality I make up for in availability."
Pirate Jo at August 10, 2007 9:33 AM
She looks like a typical Scottsdale girl to me. But it's trophy wife central here so no surprise.
BTW, is there a magazine or book that tells all the wannabe trophy wives how to dress? Because they all look so much alike. You'd think they were issued a uniform somewhere. How do they know what to wear? Is it some Pleistocene slut instinct or something?
Todd Fletcher at August 10, 2007 9:44 AM
She looks like a typical girl to me too.
PurplePen at August 10, 2007 9:53 AM
Funny you mention that, Tood F. I was at the mall in Scottsdale last weekend and noticed the same thing.
Darry at August 10, 2007 9:57 AM
It's trophy-wife central here too. I work in Newport Beach and they at least know how to dress. Looks like that wouldn't get you very good service at Fashion Island or South Coast Plaza.
Christina at August 10, 2007 9:58 AM
> look like a tacky
> whore
You're being sooooooo judgmental!!
A few years ago there was a book published about this woman that asked how it was she came to be so close to so many powerful men, even though she was never a great beauty or a shimmering intellect. I wish I could remember the precisely wording the reviewer used, because it was golden, and I can't convey all the meaning... But it went something like this: She knew that in the hours that she was with the powerful men and the beautiful women weren't, she had an unbeatable, almost unfair advantage. (The subtext here is that men are dogs. You knew that, right?)
I don't think your average tubetop teenager at the Beverly Hills mall is blessed with any kind of nuanced sophistication for these matters. But we're not talking about Condi Rice or Meg Whitman... This creature wasn't going to the board of directors meeting this afternoon, anyway.
And it's kind of naive to think we can put a stop to the power of sexual attraction by just laying down new rules for public conduct. Forget Beverly Hills: Right now, in the most gawdawful shithole corner of Afghanistan, there's one woman in a burqa who thinks the woman sitting next to her in a burqa is really slutting it up, and needs to be disciplined.
Crid at August 10, 2007 10:03 AM
I love the Grand Lux Cafe in the B.C. My daughter and I eat there often.
We ate there by default, but the decor I found frightening and the portions were sized for families of 15. The individual portions, I mean. The Mongolian steak did taste great, although the accompanying sauce was a bit like you'd get at a fast food chain...overly sweet and a bit like brown catsup with soy sauce.
Amy Alkon at August 10, 2007 10:04 AM
"You're being sooooooo judgmental!!"
Well too damn bad! I'm just calling it as I see it. I think the power of sexual attraction is great and wonderful - and so is a half-ounce of taste in clothes. I'm not saying this chick IS a tacky whore - just that she appears to be dressed like one.
Pirate Jo at August 10, 2007 10:14 AM
> a half-ounce of taste
And I'm saying, like, it's not your feelings that she's concerned with. (Mine neither, I'm old enough to be her father, and closing in on her grandaddy.)
I love this stuff. There's a reason that women are called "catty" but men never are (gays excepted.) I have this theory that feminine nature convinces women that in matters of intense feeling, identity becomes unimportant.
Men know better by brutal experience. No matter how much the captain of the high school football team gets laid on a school night, Our Hero is at home drinking Mr. Pibb and glueing model airplane parts.
The women who know better by whatever blessing, such as Ms. Harriman, get clucked at... All the way to the ambassador's residence in Paris.
Crid at August 10, 2007 10:28 AM
It's a generational thing, purple, if you haven't guessed by now. I am enjoying the current exchange though.
Joe at August 10, 2007 10:35 AM
"And I'm saying, like, it's not your feelings that she's concerned with."
Well duh, Crid - obviously she doesn't even know what my opinion is, let alone care. I just think her outfit looks tacky, and since the subject had already been brought up, don't feel that there is anything wrong with agreeing.
Incidentally, not all men go for the "blatant" schtick, either. There was a gal on Ragbrai, for example, who would have been quite a looker except for being much too overweight. So, in order to compensate, she was showing skin left and right. Because since, as you put it, men are dogs, they all just want to see more skin, right?
Well, as it turns out, not really. After seeing her tits enough times, those big mamas had lost a bit of their shock value. It just came across as a pathetic, desperate bid for attention after about three or four days. No one was really even noticing anymore.
It doesn't make me catty to have observed this.
And Ms. Harriman may have been making the most of her personal contacts, but she doesn't exactly seem like the kind of woman who got where she did by flashing her tits in public. The ambassador's residence in Paris sounds nice, but I'd probably try to get there via some other route than multiple divorces.
Pirate Jo at August 10, 2007 11:01 AM
Call Amy when you get there, she'll meet you for lunch.
Crid at August 10, 2007 11:04 AM
Thanks Joe. Actually I didnt understand what the big deal was about this girls outfit. She looks like a typical friend or acquaintance. In fact the other day I went to go have a drink with a future lawyer, dressed exactly the same but with clear heels.
PurplePen at August 10, 2007 11:14 AM
You gotta admit that's a hell of a pair of legs, though.
brian at August 10, 2007 11:35 AM
May I just interject here how much I *hate* the Beverly Center? It's got all the ambience of a video arcade in an airplane hangar, plus you have to *pay them* to shop there (no free parking).
deja pseu at August 10, 2007 11:53 AM
The end result is how the person carries themselves in their particular style, but we do base our initial judgements on first impressions too.
Joe at August 10, 2007 11:56 AM
I agree, Brian - she does have great legs.
Pirate Jo at August 10, 2007 12:07 PM
>(Mine neither, I'm old enough to be her father, and closing in on her grandaddy.)
It's funny you should say that, Crid. I somehow got the impression of age from the photo. Like she's forty-something trying to look much younger. I don't know what gives me that impression; something about the way she's standing, I think. At any rate, I just get the impression she's trying too hard.
Kimberly at August 10, 2007 12:20 PM
What she is wearing doesn't really bother me. I think she is wearing shorts though, which kind of bunch up in her ass cheeks. A skirt would look better, it would have a nicer line, and if the skirt was maybe 2 inches longer than the shorts, it would be more balanced. Her hair looks weird, and a smaller bag would look better.
Women really get competitive with this stuff, and the first thing that they say is that the other woman is a slut. It would be nice if we could move beyond our brainwashing about it being wrong for women to have sex. I'm not interested in having another woman trying to control my sexual behaviour, just because men are disturbed by the idea of women having sex, and that's what it all comes down to.
I have a nice body and like to show it off, but I dress quite tastefully. I still get the evil looks and the catty comments behind my back, so it just goes to show that you can't win in this kind of a game.
Chrissy at August 10, 2007 12:30 PM
If more of my Sister Forties were dressing that way on a Thursday afternoon out shopping, these years would be more fun than they've actually turned out to be.
Crid at August 10, 2007 12:31 PM
Go to shopping areas in Palm Springs, Crid. You'll see plenty of 40+ women dressed very...lightly. Many of them have enormous boobs, as well. Some even natural. It's a true second/third/fourth wife area.
Kimberly at August 10, 2007 1:12 PM
My future lawyer friend with the clear heels is one smart cookie. She makes double what I make, drives a beemer, and carries herself very well. Actually now that I think about it, I never thought her look was hookerish. But I do like women who dress slutty. I dont do any such thing, because it would kill the hard-earned respect from my male co-workers. So it all depends what you want outta life.
PurplePen at August 10, 2007 1:17 PM
I love this stuff. There's a reason that women are called "catty" but men never are (gays excepted.) I have this theory that feminine nature convinces women that in matters of intense feeling, identity becomes unimportant.
Straight out of the ev psych textbooks...women fight wars of words, men duke it out with their fists.
And to those who think I'm tsk-tsking her for being a slut, I'm actually slut-positive. I just prefer sluts who are successful at what they do. Had she just worn a miniskirt instead of shorts, I probably would just have admired her legs, not taken her picture or posted anything about it.
Amy Alkon at August 10, 2007 1:57 PM
> 40+ women dressed very...
> lightly
It was a joke... It's just that catty women sometimes talk like Taliban. "Her neck is showing! She blasphemes Allah!"
> Straight out of the ev
> psych textbooks...
Which ones? Fuckers are stealing my best stuff, and that's the last straw!
Crid at August 10, 2007 2:06 PM
>It was a joke... It's just that catty women sometimes talk like Taliban. "Her neck is showing! She blasphemes Allah!"
You're very right. I'm usually just amused when I see someone trying too hard to get noticed. Women who are confident, who are comfortable in their own skins, can honestly wear just about anything and carry it off. And they're the ones who don't tend to be as catty, probably because they don't feel in competition with the other women.
At a mall in San Diego, I'd often see this tiny old lady, hair dyed a light shade of pink, usually wearing a tutu-like outfit also in pink. She should have looked silly, but she was so comfortable with herself that the look worked for her - plus she had amazing legs for someone who had to be at least 75. I hope I have her balls when I'm that age.
Kimberly at August 10, 2007 2:27 PM
TO: Amy Alkon, et al.
RE: Perhaps....
"if you don't want people to suspect you're working the Boulevard instead of the dinner shift at Applebee's avoid wearing short shorts and heels." -- Amy Alkon
....she has a 'second job'? Tongue firmly in cheek.
Something AFTER the 'dinner shift'? No need to go home to change for the 'after dinner shift'.
Some would call it 'efficiency'.
Regards,
Chuck(le)
P.S. I appreciate efficient business women.
Chuck Pelto at August 10, 2007 3:11 PM
TO: Kimberly
RE: Thhhaaaanks For the Memorieeeeessss....
"I'd often see this tiny old lady, hair dyed a light shade of pink, usually wearing a tutu-like outfit also in pink." -- Kimberly
Long ago, in a life that seems far, far away. Where I wore nothing but green, we had a tactical field report titled the GREEN-2-2. Had to be in at the battalion TOC at 1800hrs, precisely.
The company commanders usually had to be at the TOC at that time anyway for the nightly command and staff meeting.
We, the company commanders, talked it over and decided we'd have a 'combined' singing telegram of some shapely young things deliver it on one occassion. All dressed in green tutus. And, just as a lark, we'd have one of the company commanders dress up in a green tutu to deliver their report.
The idea broke down when no one of the commanders would do the latter. Even if we drew straws.
RE: Such Confidence
"She should have looked silly, but she was so comfortable with herself that the look worked for her." -- Kimberly
Who cares what you wear, as long as you are not naked. If you are comfortable with yourself, they can all go fly a kite, for all I care.
Regards,
Chuck(le)
[The height of sophistication not caring what others think about what you wear.]
P.S. But be advised, some people do care about what you wear.
Try dressing as a down-on-his-luck Renaissance freebooter for a 'casual' brigade function.
Or low-crawling across the dance floor in your dress-blues to tug on the big bow on the dress of the shapely singer at some formal division function.
Such men go into special ops.....
....after they've 'read about it' in their annual 'report card'.
Chuck Pelto at August 10, 2007 3:22 PM
Men don't like to see to much skin in all directions? Hmmmm, I dunno, my favourite venue for girl-admiring is French Mediterranean beaches, where it ALL hangs out.
I must admit, however, to a slight frisson at the thought of chatting up a totally naked woman. Topless, OK, but naked.... mmmuyynnngggggggg....
Stu "El Inglés" Harris at August 10, 2007 3:25 PM
TO: Stu "El Inglés" Harris
RE: What's the Matta?
"Topless, OK, but naked.... mmmuyynnngggggggg...." -- Stu "El Inglés" Harris
'Cat' got your tongue?
Regards,
Chuck(le)
Chuck Pelto at August 10, 2007 3:48 PM
Who's judging? We're all judging, every single minute, hour and day. I've read that sizing up a person takes only a few seconds and they're categorized, however inaccurately, forevermore. Well perhaps not forevermore, but first impressions are hard to overcome. Many guys might find the display of skin appealing, but not many of them will be thinking "there's my future wife". I'm all for gratuitous displays of skin, and when I'm wearing provocative clothes, I'm not looking for Mr Right. I'm looking for Mr. Right Now. Anyway, the overall point is that you can be incredibly sexy without looking like you're selling it.
Clear heels? Oh no!
christina at August 10, 2007 8:06 PM
This reminds me of the Fug Girls' continuing crusade to remind everyone that "formal shorts" is an oxymoron.
I can't criticize the pictured person, though. If I could wear heels like that without howling in pain, I'd wear them with shorts, with jeans, with skirts, with pajamas, with a radiation suit...
Jessica at August 10, 2007 8:46 PM
Love the Fug sisters...difference is, I take my own photos. Usually in my head, but sometimes on my Canon.
Amy Alkon at August 10, 2007 10:21 PM
Amy...
Yes, the Grand Lux Cafe is owned by the same people that own Cheesecake Factory, so it has that "chain" feel to it. Overblown decor and all, I've never had a bad meal there. As for the portions, daughter and I always share something and have leftovers!
girlatheist at August 11, 2007 3:52 PM
Women derive a great deal of practical power by exploiting men's hardwired circuitry for paying attention to sexual availability signals. Men often find incomprehensible the disapproval of some women towards others because these others look "slutty".
It's solidarity. "Yes, we'll lead them around, but for God's sake keep it down girl!". It's identical in kind if not in degree to the fear and disdain felt by wives towards whores.
But wait, it gets better! What are nudity taboos but an attempt to replace primal sensory cues with socially constructed signifiers, so that horniness can be simulated? What is makeup (reddened cheeks, darkened eyelids, red pouty lips) but a simulation of sexual arousal?
Dissimulation has been the name of the game ever since we repurposed sex as pair-bond superglue. And with multiple layers of tactical communication in play, the traffic on the "I (am / am not) sexually available" communication channel becomes as easy to understand as, oh, price fluctuations on the stock market. Multiple iterations of game play have left nothing but noise, at least in public.
Oh the humanity!
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phunctor
phunctor at August 12, 2007 7:17 AM
But, I'm not against sluts or nudity as I said above. But, going over the top probably doesn't serve a girl. It's a question of degree. Same heels and a very short skirt, I would've just admired her legs.
Amy Alkon at August 12, 2007 7:56 AM
TO: Amy Alkon
RE: Which 'Girl'?
"...going over the top probably doesn't serve a girl." -- Amy Alkon
The 'christian' girl? Or the one adhering to the call of her hormones?
Regards,
Chuck(le)
[Life's a 'bitch' game. And you've just been finessed.]
Chuck Pelto at August 13, 2007 11:08 AM
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