There’s some new movement called “SlutWalk” which seems to be about confirming women’s freedom to wear not much in a slutty way.
There’s an image of some girls holding a banner “It’s my hot body. I do what I want.”
Some men might applaud this “outing” of rampant sexuality and from my point of view, yes, women should, within the confines of public decency, feel free to wear what they like.
But girls, please don’t get rat-arsed and insensible wearing your slutty clothes or stuff will happen that you either don’t remember or might regret a couple of months down the line when the rash breaks out.
To quote from the article: “What I still hate are dumb rules. Too sexy or not sexy enough. Indeed, at my age, there is a list of things I am not allowed to wear, except possibly a floral tent or a shroud. Female dress is no one else’s business. I no more want burqas banned than I want bikinis banned. To see a grassroots movement that brings together young women who say “hands off our bodies, and our clothes” is fabulous.”
Well it is, and it isn’t. Yes you should have the right to wear what you like and feel comfortable in which doesn’t offend public decency. But at the same time, we should all keep a sense of responsibility, proportion and self-respect. And walking back to the car late at night in any City centre these days, there seems to be a real shortage of self-respect amongst young girls – but that’s a whole other blog.
If you’re going to put it all out there like a shop window, don’t complain when guys start asking you the price.
You go to a job interview looking slutty and unless it’s for a position as Vivienne Westwood’s personal assistant, you ain’t going to be appointed as CEO.
You might have guessed by now that I have real difficulty looking slutty. I inherited the Prude gene from my mother. I collapsed laughing the other day when we were clearing out the garage and throwing out the spare dog towels. One of them was none other than mater’s changing tent for the beach. I modelled it for Capt Sensible, both with head protruding from the elasticated hole in the top and then with head invisible beneath the tent – the position required for complicated manoevres involving undergarments. I can’t even begin to count how often that changing tent was seen at Barry Island and Porthcawl.
To me, slutty is having a hole in your tights or wearing white stilettoes with black. It’s stuff that doesn’t really go and it’s pretty unthinkable to wear things like that.
When I was young we were tennis and hockey-playing outdoor types. A little white tennis skirt never looked slutty, nor did the grey flannel divided hockey skirt.
There were no slutty fashions. The most daring we got was shortening our skirts by rolling them over at the waist. A couple of my friends ended up with mid-thigh skirts necessitating a visit to the headmistress. Me? I stuck at knee-length which was still a considerable improvement on the original ridiculous mid-calf length that mumsie was convinced I’d “grow into.”
Actually, in my early teens, midi skirts and clunky shoes were the rage for a bit – until everyone realised they were horrible.
I loved that brown needlecord belted coat that I saved up for. Mum said it made me look like Whistler’s Mother.
My favourite, and to be honest, quite clingy, petrol blue velvet dress (4th year school disco) was described by my sweet brother as being my British Rail dress – it looked like it the fabric they made seat covers out of.
Even today I wouldn’t have a clue how to look slutty. Is it all about really short skirts and bra straps showing or are those old hat and bondage gear is in? And what are “f*ck me” shoes? Do they have that written on them or something? Someone please give me a clue.
It’s got to be more than revealing cleavage because cleavages are flopping out all over these days. Girls seem to have bigger bosoms than ever. Have you been to M&S lately? Gloucester must have the biggest girls in the country – I swear they stock 48 GGG!! As Capt Sensible says “Not very exciting if there’s a 46 inch waist aswell.”
If I was forced at gunpoint to have a stab at slutty I’d get a very short clingy dress,laddered black fishnet tights with white stilettoes, apply some bright red lipstick really badly and completely overdo the eye makeup. I reckon a few tattoos and an ankle chain would complete the picture.
Men have always have their individual fashion freedom so why shouldn’t women?
All together girls: ”It’s MY HOT BODY and I’LL DO WHAT I WANT!”
I’m just going to change into my sluttiest cream cashmere sweater, my slutty pearls and a nice pair of jeans.