So who are we dressing for? Males, other females or ourselves? For me I'd say a little column B, a little column C. True, I am married so I don't really need to impress the boys but that doesn't mean I want them to think I'm a boring old married woman either. The main reason that I dress for other women and myself (as I have always done even when I was single) is that guys don't get fashion. You may think you look amazing in a sharp shouldered jacket, harem pants and chunky wedges but they probably think your stuck in the 80's with those shoulders, hiding a nappy under your floaty pants and wearing some sort of podiatrist ordered foot apparatus. Not exactly the look you were going for. So why don't they get it? Because men are primal creatures and if they had it their way we would all walk around al-la Eve, and in lieu of that, wish us to wear as tight and as few clothes as possible. Case in point, the only time I ever asked my husband to take clothes somewhere for me I ended up with a too small, WAY too short denim skirt I only ever wore around the house, and this was to wear at his parents house! Needless to say I stayed in my work clothes.
Example number two - yesterday at work when one of the guys from the factory told me the pleated shirt dress I was wearing made me look pregnant. Gee, thanks.
So what are the options? Either give into their desires and walk around in corsets and hot pants or stuff them, wear what we want and look FABULOUS (If only in our own minds). I know which one I'm choosing.