I read some post by a woman telling women what types of dresses they should and shouldn't wear. Yeah, okay, I guess -- if she is saying this is what I like to wear. None of it concerned me because I am going to wear whatever I like and I don't care about some stranger's opinion of what I'm wearing. But I was curious, so I read on, until she said her husband pointed out a woman wearing a dress at the mall and suggested they could become friends because they were both wearing dresses. Besides that being a really lame reason to try to befriend someone, what got me was the woman rejecting the suggestion because she didn't like the style of dress the woman was wearing.
Okie-dokie.
That got me musing about how I think I am a conservative but it always turns out I don't have much, if anything, in common with conservative women. They are always judgemental. What about? Everything! What you wear, what you say, how you sit, what work you do, what you cook, how you raise your children, how you interact with your husband.... The list is endless. But at the top of it is always something to do with sex and how, by God, you better sit up straight and keep your knees together and never, ever smile at a bawdy joke, let alone laugh.
Phooey on that.
Around the ranch I wear 5.11s or jeans, baggy shirts and clodhoppers. About the sexiest I get is in summer wearing cut-offs made from worn out jeans and an old tied-off shirt, blouse, cut down tee-shirt or tank top. Some guys do like that, it's true, although my intent is my own comfort and if a work gang stops what they are doing when I walk by and I hear a few muttered Oh, my Gods I can't say I mind. But when I go out high steppin' it's look out boys, Wanda's back in town!
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I can hear Paul Hogan as Crocodile Dundee saying, "You call that a boner? Now this is a boner!"
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