So, last night as I was washing the day off of my face and brushing my teeth before bed, I looked in the mirror and had this thought pop into my head, “Why do all of the articles with advice to spice up marriages always say that the women should pay a lot of attention to their grooming and how they dress?”
What is UP with that?!
Perhaps it was that I was standing there in my dressy t-shirt (it’s a thing… I have a bunch of them) and skinny jeans with my hair pulled up and awry and a toothbrush clenched in my fist as I attempted to remove the remaining traces of a black bean brownie from my maw, but… why is the primping left up to the women in the relationship? I have yet to read an article that gives a tip telling the men that they should maybe think about dressing in something other than a ratty-ass t-shirt with pizza grease stains and jeans slung down past their drawers.
Want to know what is sexy? Using a tissue, or gods forbid a handkerchief, and NOT “snorking” that wad of snot up your nose.
Want to know what else is sexy? Putting some thought into what you wear in public. That wife-beater that shows off your back hair? Not sexy. Why not try a nice pair of jeans, some dressy shoes and a nice shirt; I’m not talking tuxedos here.
I finished my what-had-become-aggressive scrubbing of my teeth and went to bed.
When I woke up, I still essentially had this same “bug up my ass” about why the onus to look like we’re “trying” is always put upon the shoulders of women.
Fuck that. I put on my jeans, tank top, flips flops and do-rag (not ratty, not stained and I coordinated). My face was scrubbed, moisturized, sunscreened and BB-creamed and a little dab of mascara applied along with my favorite Chicken Poop lip balm (seriously… I love this stuff). My hair combed and braided. That was my effort for the day. It wasn’t over the top, but it wasn’t bare minimum either.
You don’t like it? TOO BAD! I dress how I want for myself and nobody else. Hmm, I felt a little bit of Eric Cartman coming on for a moment and was about to shout out, “Whatevah! I can do what I want!”
I posed my observation and questions to Mr. Muse this morning on the commute into work and he suggested that perhaps it was a throw-back to when women were expected to be dressed nicely all the time and dote on their men (or catch a man) and the men could gallivant about the town whenever they wanted.
So, what say you? Have you read articles on relationships where they suggest “keeping up appearances” for both men and women or just the women?
Why do you think that the obligation is put upon women more than men?
Ladies, do you feel it’s your responsibility to be dressed to the nine’s at all times, or is it more of a responsibility to dress how you choose and be comfortable?