I am the antithesis of any fashion statement. I drive my daughter nuts.

I am Good Will a hunting.

I played along for years. But my claustrophobia kicked in. I hate abhore detest restrictive clothing. I have not worn jeans or bras or heels for years. I cut my hair short because my waist length hair was strangling me. I couldn't wear it back because I got headaches. I wear yoga pants, a very thin white t-shirt and a man's oversize dress casual shirt over that so I won't get arrested for the tits a showing.

My daughter is a fashion icon. The minute she gets home from work, the bra is flung, the heels are replaced with slippers and sweatpants are the staple. See? This drives me nuts. I omit the middle man altogether. I go straight for the comfortable.

But I don't work outside the home for money, respect or benefits. I could have gotten away with my *style* as a hairstylist though. Actually any job I would gravitate to I could have gotten away with it.

Many companies demand fancy duds.
Geared for the woman? You betcha. Because the roles are reversed for us. For example, brightly colored birds are the males....and they have to strut their stuff to make the female even consider them. Hooman males need the fancy cars and paycheck though to impress though.
A lot of women dress to impress other women. Jealously and one upping are the new *taupe*. It is a game.

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