When I was a girl dresses were mandatory at school. Pants or jeans – FORBIDDEN! In summer, if a very wild, extremely naughty girl dangled upside down on the monkey bars she would hear “I see London, I see France. I see somebody’s underpants!” In high school, skirts had to be long enough not to cause any stray boners. YOUR FAULT! GIRLS! These lessons in humiliation served all womenkind later in life.
Back then, all the
rules were written by men and men like dresses better. They like to ogle our beautiful bare
legs and let’s not kid ourselves, it’s
way easier to grab us by the pussy. Sure dresses are pretty, but they’re also a
curse. If we don’t sit with our knees super-glued together, we might Sharon
Stone ourselves. If we sit in a mini dress on a hot chair, we might fry our vajayjays.
But thankfully women's lib came along. The working woman’s trusty pantsuit popularized
by Mary Tyler Moore and sanctioned by the
good people at WJM-TV was born. Naturally, women writing the show (and I was one of
them) copied everything about Mary, including her pant suits. The pant suit has
survived all these years because it mimics what smart businessmen have had all
along - a dress code so strict and functional that it’s almost a uniform.
Which brings us to Kamala and her perfunctory mannish pantsuits - a genius fashion choice! Why? Because pantsuits hide your boobs, your waist, your butt, your legs - all visuals that could lead to the dreaded stray boner - when a woman is just trying to do business. Pantsuits say you're not putting on a fashion show. There’s nothing to say about what a man usually wears to work - a suit. Same here. It's Kamala's uniform. Nothing to ogle here. Smart.
And here's what I wrote about Hillary's pantsuits way back in 2016.
https://millerreport.blogspot.com/2016/02/hillary-can-win-by-doing-this-one_11.html
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