Stop Embarrassing Women!

Lately I’ve taken refuge from the 24-7 horror show originating in the White House. Facebook’s newsfeed is one refuge but even more enthralling are the “reels” Zuckerberg has allowed. Recently, the enjoyment of reels has been compromised by the addition of advertisements, but those are easily clicked through to the next short take on whatever video someone has to offer.

Among the widely varied subject matter are the law enforcement videos of arrests. These are fascinating for a variety of reasons, but for me the most fascinating (and disturbing) are arrests where women are pulled over for something minor like a missing tail light, or something major like weaving all over the road or driving the wrong way in a one-way lane. In any case, many of these woman are intoxicated to the point that they have no rational control over their circumstances.

The results are shocking. Instead of doing what the officer asks and providing driver’s license, registration, and proof of insurance, she immediately launches into a loud, high-pitched, whiny voice to berate the officer and/or deny she’s done anything wrong, or otherwise refuse to address the matter at hand. After repeating the request multiple times and failing to secure a rational response, the officer asks the driver to step out of the car. Which of course she refuses with an even louder, shriller, repetitious, one-note tirade.

Then the situation spirals even further into chaos as the door is pulled open and the woman dragged out, still screaming her one-note hysteria. Wrestling, kicking, biting, and again refusing to LISTEN to anything being said, the woman then utterly humiliates herself as her clothing becomes skewed exposing various parts of her body while writhing on the ground. Ultimately there are charges not only for the initial problem—which could have been solved by simply following the officer’s requests—but also for refusing to identify herself, resisting, and assaulting a police officer among them.

As an aside, traffic stop drama runs somewhat parallel to Karen episodes where a woman charges into a situation that is NONE OF HER BUSINESS in an effort to correct what she sees as a wrong. In the process, she manages to gain the enmity of whichever neighbor/relative/business person is also involved and most often, the police are called because she is OUT OF CONTROL. I understand that perceived malfeasance/wrong actions can be frustrating, and I also understand the urge to correct wrongs. BUT it is not Karen’s job to do this. There are legitimate processes for determining the correct position of a property line, for example, or outlets through which to gain satisfaction for poor service or bad food or whatever has her panties in a twist. Have some effing dignity, for godssake!  

Sisters!! Grow up! Shut up and listen, do what you’re told when dealing with officers of the law and other legitimate authorities. It’s not a genius level skill to simply deal with the situation at hand.

Women invite shame, ridicule, and condescending attitudes in general because we ask for it with our behavior. When faced with a mouse running across the floor, women scream. Why? What possible good does it do to scream? Either find a way to catch the mouse and toss it outside, or set traps. [Please not glue traps, which rip flesh off their feet or keep them in place until they died of starvation and thirst.] Same applies for rats, snakes, frogs/toads, and bugs. Meanwhile, shut up with the hysterical screaming already.

So while I’m excoriating my fellow women about absurd excesses, I’ll go ahead and jump in with all four feet: woman’s fashions. Apparently women lose all common sense in order to fit into some perceived fashion standard, which is probably set by a gay man somewhere in New York or Paris. [Not casting aspersions on gay men, but please.] For example, the current ‘fashion’ in women’s hair styles is for strands of hair to dangle into the face, over the eyes, thereby creating, I suppose, a tousled look which (one theorizes) appeals to men. While this might be functional and reasonable in bar or party setting where a woman might wish to appear ‘flirty,’ it is entirely ridiculous in a workplace or business setting.

Alongside the hair-in-eyes fashion, there are additional fashions that serve to signal ‘compromised.’ For example, tight skirts, again fine on an age-appropriate female in a social setting, but ridiculous when a person needs to WALK or perhaps RUN, or is in a location/situation where walking/running might be called for. The tight skirts serves as a hobble, making it impossible for a woman to out maneuver anyone trying to grab her.

Then there are the shoes. As if high heels aren’t enough, we now have high heels on top of platforms of an inch, three inches—you name it, they’re up there. Like other fashions mentioned above, these are signals that the woman wearing them is not capable of running, can easily fall even when simply walking, and is therefore suitable prey. This is, one supposes, meant to heighten her feminine appeal.

None of this is really new. We know about Chinese foot binding, basically crippling women for over a thousand years. We know about corsets, pulled tight in order to provide an hourglass figure and press the breasts upward and to reduce the woman’s breath to a whispery gasp while rendering her prone to delicate fainting spells. Platform shoes have been around several times as have tight skirts. [See https://www.collectorsweekly.com/articles/these-chopines-werent-made-for-walking/ and https://www.edwardianpromenade.com/beauty/the-hobble-skirt/] I’m waiting for full length gowns to make a comeback with several layers of fabric underneath, which not only shield the world from any view of legs but also make drowning likely if she happened to fall into water, with the added benefit for religionists to disguise any possible outline of legs or hips.

Can we, as women, PLEASE step back from these ongoing absurdities and question why we choose to present ourselves as physically compromised? Can we please think about function in how we dress or style our hair, so that our appearance serves our intellectual purposes? [This assumes we have purposes beyond falling down at men’s feet.] We need to stop dressing as though we are desperate for male attention or for ‘fashion’ approval. We need instead to present ourselves physically as we want to be known professionally, functionally, and respectfully.

Finally, can we ditch the little breathy high-pitched squeaky voice affectation and speak with authority? Thank you.

Gas, Grass & Ass: Adventures in Rural America, 1973

Seeking a self-sustaining life outside the city and a new start for her marriage, this twenty-five-year old a woman boldly embarked on proprietorship of a full-service gas station along a highway in rural Arkansas. Her hope to live and work at her own place of business soon encountered not only the end of her marriage but also the entrenched conservatism of the rural South. Joyful in recounting her experiences with an endlessly astonishing parade of human nature, Campbell portrays a unique slice of American life at a pivotal time with the fall of Richard Nixon’s presidency and the end of the Vietnam War. Buoyed by a wellspring of support and companionship, Campbell struggles to hang on to her dream of independence.

5-star review: “Gas, Grass, and Ass,” is not just a catchy title. This is a slice of life story straddling time between being a young married college grad to being a young divorcee running a gas station in very small town Arkansas/America. In that way it’s a slice of history of the time, but more so it is a slice of how much and how little has changed about how we treat each other. Assuming that because she was a single (divorced!) woman running a business on the side of the highway made her fair game for sexual advances and gossip, the “locals” decided her business success or failure, rewards and punishments. I think the writing is exceptional because if you’ve ever walked into one of these little gas stations where old men like to congregate and watch the world from their bench, you will find yourself right back in that space again. Well-worth the read.

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About Hillary’s Clothes

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It was the shiny yellow-gold tunic top that shoved me over the edge. It said all the wrong things about her—brash, brazen. The thesaurus went downhill from there into words like gaudy, pretentious…

Don’t get me wrong. I plan to vote for Hillary and have been in her corner since her days as despised wife of Bill Clinton, governor of Arkansas. I’m from Arkansas. I didn’t like her. She wasn’t one of us. But even more as the years passed, I didn’t like how people talked her down, assumed the worst, and disrespected her accomplishments.

I respected what she did for children, for the underclass, for women. I cheered for her as First Lady trying to move universal health care through a barricade of male refuseniks. I especially admired her quiet, steady patience in the blood lust that erupted with the Bill & Monica absurdity. I respect what she could do as POTUS not only on social issues, but also in foreign policy, in steering the ship of state with a steady hand. She’s shrewd, intelligent, and tough as nails.

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So why does she wear such awful clothes? Soon after the yellow top, she came out wearing something even worse, a one piece A-line with black leather top and white bottom that looked like a failed costume for a B-grade BDSM flick. I haven’t recovered.

Men solved this problem a long time ago. They all wear the same thing: a dark suit. Aside from the occasional shirt deviation (almost-white versus white, the occasional radical pin stripe), the only variable is the tie.

You’ll never see a man wearing a yellow-gold tunic top. Or a black and white leatherette outfit. Or a bunchy knit conglomeration in muted gold and black tones. There’s a reason men have settled into this monotony of dark suits. No one talks about their clothes. No one comes into an important meeting distracting everyone with the color of his jacket.

For men in charge of the world’s governments, armies, and business empires, it’s not about how they look.

Despite her dedication to equality for women, Hillary as much as any woman suffers the demands of appearance that fall so unevenly on the female gender. (A burden we’ve put on ourselves, by the way. For us, unfortunately, it IS about how we look.) The hair, the shoes, but especially the outfit must fill multiple needs. Is it suitable to the weather? Stylish? Flattering? The right color?

We can’t deny that Hillary bears a double burden. She is a woman. She can’t look like a man. Her hairstyle, her clothes, even the tone of her voice are viewed differently simply because of her gender. Within that reality, however, there are major mistakes to be made.

How is that such a smart woman with access to the best advisers the fashion world has to offer can end up with enough wrong choices to fill an entire season of What Not To Wear?

Is it that she can’t accept the reality of her sixty-plus year old body? Like so many of the rest of us, she’s added pounds as the years have passed. Tunic tops cover up those horrible bulges that we’d rather not see in the mirror. But in stiff fabrics, tunic tops also result in a SpongeBob SquarePants profile. When you already look like a Teletubby, why double-down on the damage?

Whoever advises Hillary on wardrobe (Is there someone?) needs to spend some time with Stacy London or Clinton Kelly to re-learn the lesson about the raised waist. For women with extra pounds, a fitted suit jacket should come to its narrowest point just below the bust line and flare from there. Then at least there is the illusion of a waist. The jacket should stop just at the widest point with a darker, slimmer-fit skirt or pants extending the flattering illusion. What’s so hard about that?

An opposing point of view is that her unisex tunic tops are meant to uncouple her from the female aspects of her body—no delineation of breasts, waist, or hips. I could almost buy that argument except for the opposing elements like scarves, oversized jewelry, and flashy colors that accompany the unisex styling. I’m left to conclude that the unisex isn’t about disguising female attributes but rather an attempt to hide uncomfortable truth about her weight.

Forget about it. You don’t see Donald Trump hiding his girth under a purple tunic. How is that a man so far from being qualified to serve as POTUS can appear more presidential than a woman with Hillary’s resume?

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Okay, Hillary’s affection toward outrageous clothes clearly has a long and storied past.

What’s wrong with taking a lesson from the men in their usefully mundane wardrobe choices? Why not wear nicely tailored fitted suits in gray, navy, or brown smooth fabrics? Any dark color in muted tones comes out fifty points ahead of any bright red, pink, yellow, orange, purple, blue, or green and a hundred points ahead of prints or thick knits.

Why not evoke the executive look with shirts/blouses that fit sleekly inside the suit jacket without ruffles, scarves, and other frou-frou that add bulk? A nice strand of pearls would be fine, but why the big shiny necklaces that look like a cast off from last year’s Vogue modeling session?

I get that Hillary may be trying to make a statement. Maybe she purposefully chooses not to dress like a man. She may want to emphasize her femaleness, announce to the world that she’s a woman all the way and better for it. She may want to avoid the stereotype of the female executive in the gray suit, mimicking the man’s wardrobe in order to fit into a man’s world. A woman trying to be a man.

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Hillary may believe that by refusing to adopt the more traditional male look in her quest to become the first female president, she is avoiding the inevitable criticism that would come her way if she started showing up in dark suits. Yes, of course there would be criticism. But there’s always criticism.

She’s received so much criticism so strongly for so many years that it’s easy to understand a decision to say to hell with it, I’ll wear what I like. That might explain the horrific choices in her wardrobe. She likes bright yellow, so she wears it. Often. She likes bunchy knits and shiny leatherette. (I won’t go there…) She likes big fat jewelry and gobs of scarf.

Sorry, Hillary, but you miss the point. Clothing is one of the first things of our appearance that tells the rest of the world who we are. A shiny bright yellow-gold tunic top isn’t presidential. We need to see you in clothes that don’t distract us from your credentials, your discipline, your ability to lead the nation in a world full of high-stakes drama. The wardrobe cannot be the drama.

Somewhere deep down inside, she must understand this. On occasion, she does appear in dark suits. These are the moments when we can see past the stick-in-your-eye defenses that have grown quietly inside her in response to her long experience of attack politics, defenses like garbing herself in outrageous clothes that scream I-don’t-care-what-you-think!

Wardrobe choices speak volumes about judgement, respectability, and taste. How can a dubious voter feel confident in Hillary as potential commander in chief when she shows up in a god-awful hot pink outfit? We need to see that the flamboyant feminist can be trusted as a somber executive with a much broader agenda than women’s rights, can be believed in as a leader dedicated to helping guide the free world.

So Hillary, please stop with the fashionista bit. If you can’t live without bright gaudy colors, invest in some house slippers and pajamas in bright yellow or fluorescent purple. Show the world you are focused on the responsibilities of a president, not whether your necklace is big enough. Walk away from anyone who tells you to wear a tunic top that comes to your knees. Get over the idea that fashion matters.

You want to be president of the United States of America. Look like it.