Helana
02-14-2005, 03:17 AM
I read this article which sums it up nicely, I thought I would share it. :)
"What should I wear?" everyone asked me, the company party organizer, a couple weeks ago. "Oh, something festive" I responded vaguely to one person. "Party attire," I replied to another. The girls got it: they knew they could dress as they would for a first date or after-work cocktails, but the boys were clearly in a polarized quandary - they wondered: should I wear (1) a tie or (2) my cargo pants?
At the party, the gals were garbed a glorious array of garments- simple black dresses, sequined shimmer tops, newsboy hats, bondage-inspired frocks, frilly vintage blouses, leather skirts, faux fur jackets.
The boys wore jeans, khakis or dress slacks, coupled with either a blue button down shirt (50%) a sweater (25%) or a long-sleeved cotton shirt (25%).
It's simpler for boys, of course, this fashion thing - because options are limited, there's no need to spend endless hours trying on outfits, days are not consumed contemplating what to wear before a big event, magazines are read in order to determine how best one can get laid rather than for fashion inspiration, and boys needn't visit shopping malls since (1) they can just wait until Christmas to get their entire years' wardrobe and (2) most electronics shops have outlets outside the mall.
Yes, the boys may have it easier but who says a girl doesn't like a little challenge and a lot of hard work?
The beauty of girls' versus boys' fashion is that we can dress according to mood: from flirty, frilly dresses to festive, sparkly sweaters to sensible sweater sets and sexy slit skirts. Fashion can not only echo but can also alter a mood.
I get a triple-espresso sized buzz when those gorgeous new boots I saw in Lucky magazine are purchased at half the advertised price or when that entrance-making party dress is located.
When on vacation, I love to visit museums, sample local cuisine, learn historic facts, see architecturally significant buildings - but what I really love to do is shop for clothing. Even if I can get items of comparable quality for less money at home, there's something to buying a new item from foreign land, even if that foreign land is Dallas. There's an odd satisfaction in knowing that others in your town can't get their hands on what you're wearing. Saying "Oh, thank you. It's from ____ (fill in foreign city)," just puts a (admittedly wicked) grin on my face.
Formal events, such as weddings, are places where the great chasm between girls and boys apparel options can be witnessed. Girls can choose from options such as: silk, lame', taffeta, organza, velvet, lace, satin, chiffon - and that's just the fabric. I won't even begin to list styles or colors. For boys, a penguin suit of some prescription is derigueur. And while I think all men look handsome in a tuxedo, I'd be really pissed off if someone came to a party wearing the same dress as me. Yuckins, just the thought of being in a sea of similarly attired peers sends shivers up the spine.
Girls not only have a wider array of clothing items from which to choose, what we put on our feet also makes the fashion field less than even. There are few fashionable footwear formulas that will give a boy extra inches. But girls have hordes of heels that help heighten. Sure, we may show up later at our podiatrist's door with tears in our eyes, but hey, we looked like sex goddesses in those five-inch stilettos, didn't we?
And don't even get me started on push-up bras. Not only can we accentuate, elongate, suck and tuck with apparel, but we are also blessed to be able to actually purchase a truly revolutionary garment that gives us ta-tas. That's right: it's called the miracle bra friends, and don't think for a moment that I'm afraid to employ desperate tactics when I have on the perfect plunging neckline. (Sure it's faux-cleavage but I'm truly not concerned with how the cleavage got there…I'm just thankful someone was kind and brilliant enough to help us B- cups out!)
"What should I wear?" everyone asked me, the company party organizer, a couple weeks ago. "Oh, something festive" I responded vaguely to one person. "Party attire," I replied to another. The girls got it: they knew they could dress as they would for a first date or after-work cocktails, but the boys were clearly in a polarized quandary - they wondered: should I wear (1) a tie or (2) my cargo pants?
At the party, the gals were garbed a glorious array of garments- simple black dresses, sequined shimmer tops, newsboy hats, bondage-inspired frocks, frilly vintage blouses, leather skirts, faux fur jackets.
The boys wore jeans, khakis or dress slacks, coupled with either a blue button down shirt (50%) a sweater (25%) or a long-sleeved cotton shirt (25%).
It's simpler for boys, of course, this fashion thing - because options are limited, there's no need to spend endless hours trying on outfits, days are not consumed contemplating what to wear before a big event, magazines are read in order to determine how best one can get laid rather than for fashion inspiration, and boys needn't visit shopping malls since (1) they can just wait until Christmas to get their entire years' wardrobe and (2) most electronics shops have outlets outside the mall.
Yes, the boys may have it easier but who says a girl doesn't like a little challenge and a lot of hard work?
The beauty of girls' versus boys' fashion is that we can dress according to mood: from flirty, frilly dresses to festive, sparkly sweaters to sensible sweater sets and sexy slit skirts. Fashion can not only echo but can also alter a mood.
I get a triple-espresso sized buzz when those gorgeous new boots I saw in Lucky magazine are purchased at half the advertised price or when that entrance-making party dress is located.
When on vacation, I love to visit museums, sample local cuisine, learn historic facts, see architecturally significant buildings - but what I really love to do is shop for clothing. Even if I can get items of comparable quality for less money at home, there's something to buying a new item from foreign land, even if that foreign land is Dallas. There's an odd satisfaction in knowing that others in your town can't get their hands on what you're wearing. Saying "Oh, thank you. It's from ____ (fill in foreign city)," just puts a (admittedly wicked) grin on my face.
Formal events, such as weddings, are places where the great chasm between girls and boys apparel options can be witnessed. Girls can choose from options such as: silk, lame', taffeta, organza, velvet, lace, satin, chiffon - and that's just the fabric. I won't even begin to list styles or colors. For boys, a penguin suit of some prescription is derigueur. And while I think all men look handsome in a tuxedo, I'd be really pissed off if someone came to a party wearing the same dress as me. Yuckins, just the thought of being in a sea of similarly attired peers sends shivers up the spine.
Girls not only have a wider array of clothing items from which to choose, what we put on our feet also makes the fashion field less than even. There are few fashionable footwear formulas that will give a boy extra inches. But girls have hordes of heels that help heighten. Sure, we may show up later at our podiatrist's door with tears in our eyes, but hey, we looked like sex goddesses in those five-inch stilettos, didn't we?
And don't even get me started on push-up bras. Not only can we accentuate, elongate, suck and tuck with apparel, but we are also blessed to be able to actually purchase a truly revolutionary garment that gives us ta-tas. That's right: it's called the miracle bra friends, and don't think for a moment that I'm afraid to employ desperate tactics when I have on the perfect plunging neckline. (Sure it's faux-cleavage but I'm truly not concerned with how the cleavage got there…I'm just thankful someone was kind and brilliant enough to help us B- cups out!)