To consider Steffi's comments we need to look at some background to the way people present themselves in public these days .
At one time most men would wear a shirt and tie and hopefully clean their shoes to take their wife /partner out for the evening , women would respond to that and dress up with nicely applied makeup and hair done , OK to some it may sound old fashioned but going out was special for many people . The process was gradual but where a smart resturant wouldn't allow jeans , Tshirt and trainers the quick food outlets did , so dress code became more informal , at one time informal didn't mean scruffy , nowdays it doesn't appear to matter . The husband may get home from work and suggest they eat out but doesn't bother to change out of work clothes possibly not even having a shower after work . It's very easy to say , " OK if he can't be bothered to smarten himself up what's the point of me bothering !" Eventually no one can be bothered , I'm sorry Steffi it's not women have become lazy with their appearance the blame mostly lies with the menfolk . I'm always intrigued to see a group of women go out for the evening , they actually dress up more than they do for their husbands , I rest my case !
As for lowering the standard for CDers , that's crap because most are in the closet anyway !


					
					
					
					
				
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 So they're currently squashed under a pile of books for a little size adjustment. I did my usual complex makeup routine with 18 steps, looked okay from a distance and ugly up close, got horrified by a few close shots, went back to the bathroom, removed all the makeup and started all over again, this time using much less coats and products, and going very light on the foundation for a more "me" look, taking the 50 min routine down to 20 min. Also no attempt this time at covering the lower eyebrows for reshaping. I lost a pound in the process and got a natural look that is ten times better (no "clown" effect on close shots). I took a few pictures in a mirror with natural light and got a couple I really like and could show to my wife if she wanted to, without feeling ridiculous. I took a few pics with the wig off then on to watch the miracle of this stern look transforming into a soft one by the magic of lush hair (the difference is really astonishing). I watched my body in the mirror as I walked, moved and even danced in these sleek outfits I can never wear in male mode. I didn't think I would pass for a second, but thought I looked fantastic nonetheless and thoroughly enjoyed my time. I ended this with my usual lounging session, reading a book with the delicate sensation of these beloved clothes hugging me and making me feeling special. As my wife and I are splitting the flat when I do this (she isn't involved in my dressing per mutual agreement) and she is under stress during these long hours, I texted her a kiss. This was the first time I did that. I was happy and had to tell her I loved her, to share this moment with her.


						