A couple of years ago I was at the grove at Ole Miss before an afternoon kickoff. Many of the guys looked like they just rolled out of bed — hungover, no grooming, messy hair, wrinkled clothes— while many girls looked like they had spent hours primping for a Manhattan night club — stilletto heels, sparkly mini dresses with cleavage and tons of makeup. You couldn’t help but notice the stark and ridiculous contrast.
I am a mom of three very smart and attractive daughters. I want any man associated with them to make an effort around them — i.e. clean up — and I expect my daughters to dress appropriately and modestly for the occasion.
I blame our culture and the women’s movement gone awry. “Empowering” women has become “sexual empowerment.” Don’t believe me? All you have to do is glance at the magazines displayed when checking out at the grocery — things such as “how to please your man” and “how to make sure he has the ultimate orgasm.” These were Glamour and Cosmopolitan — magazines that claim to champion women.
I went to college in the late seventies and early eighties. I know it was easier then to be a woman (and for that case, a man) than it is now.