No one can responsibly disagree with Melissa’s argument against the super-short and super-tight party dresses which some Republican coeds seem to consider de rigueur for a night on the town. Also, the bare cleavage c’mon, guys, testify for me here makes it quite difficult to concentrate on anything else except the bare cleavage.
Nevertheless, while emphasizing my responsible agreement with Melissa’s argument, I also understand that not every girl who goes out clubbing in high heels and a skintight dress with a daring display of décolletage is a hussy, a floozy or a tramp.
Certainly Ann Coulter isn’t, and she’s dressed to kill, or at least maim, even to go to the post office.
Although (which I just typed “althigh,” which shows you where my mind is) it must be noted that Melissa Clouthier, in said argument, does refer to the process as “Jersey Shore-ification,” which is scary enough. And I can’t really argue with her closing premise:
If a woman is looking for a man, don’t act like a little girl, don’t dress provocatively and then be appalled when you’re propositioned, and have a couple standards for behavior your own and his.
These sorts of things used to be taught. Now the rules and expectations are so blurred and confusing, there’s a certain amount of blithering hysteria involved in the Western mating ritual. Girls really have no concept of their own value and are shocked at being treated as a commodity.
And by “a certain amount,” I suspect she means “more than you ever thought possible.”