|There's only really the rusted metal here to suggest post-|
apocalypse, so this is pretty close to the event or very
far after it. No inbetweenies here.
Basically put the theory goes along the lines of in a society-less environment there would not be the shame that is usually associated with the embarrassment of being the wrong gender in pretty clothes. The fear of attack or ridicule would be lifted and the taboo of dressing differently would be a free-for-all, well, one and so do-able. Now, on that basis, that of the lack of fear, I can definitely relate as that is something that I wrote about around this time last year as being a primary motivating factor both in my desire to dress and preventing me from doing it altogether. However, there is another edge to this. Consider the scenario of being stranded on some idyllic island with only female luggage, for example, that just so happens to be your size. Brilliant? Well, it would be at first, but I'd wager that over time it would become less so. Let me explain, I think the female clothing that I am drawn to is the impractical kind - that is what stands out as being most feminine and therefore the most desirable. There is an element of recognition of the idea, if not the substance, of patriarchy here. I accept that 'femininity' is equivocal to the concept of impracticality: flowy dresses, twirly skirts, floopy sleeves. That none of these clothes would be terribly helpful in a survival setting almost goes without saying.
|Wonderfully impractical is the name of the game. So, this|
looks very pretty and lovely. How in the Hell does one
walk in it?
|This is, I guess, pretty realistic.|
|Not quite, but close enough|
that you get the concept.
Can you tell I've been hard at work these last few weeks or that I am hyped up on caffeine? You probably can actually.