Your boyfriend? Your wife? A fashion magazine? Your boyfriend? Kate Moss? Your
mother?
I don’t mean literally chose it, as in laid it out for you on a chair.
Let’s assume you are not four. Or a fashion model. I mean who had
input either literally or figuratively into what you’re wearing right
now (still in your pyjamas? Try thinking about what you were wearing
yesterday).
If you are a guy and there’s a woman in your life, it’s a fairly safe
bet that she exerted some influence. You may not even realise it but
she did. It’s a rare man who can withstand fashion pressure from his
partner. Partly because you tend to be less confident about your
fashion judgement and partly because you don’t really care enough to
put up a fight. You’d rather save that energy for wrestling the remote
control away from us before Grey’s Anatomy comes on, am I right?
If you’ve been with your partner for longer than, say, six weeks, there’s an excellent chance she’s bought you some clothes. Women do this a lot. It’s our not-so-subtle way of arm wrestling you into fashion submission, also known as ‘How We Want You To Look’.
With age and experience, we have come to accept the futility of trying to change many things about men. Like your reluctance to commit, your inability to remember our friends’ names, the way you think the floor is a wet towel’s rightful home and your penchant for initiating sex when we’re asleep.
But your wardrobe? Easy peasy. We do this by disguising our controlling tendencies as gifts. Buying a man new clothes for his birthday, Christmas or (if those dates are unfeasibly far off) just because, is a super way to manipulate him into your preferred image in a far less confrontational way than hissing “I hate your stupid Reeboks and the way you wear them with jeans.”
Top Comments
At 37, I'm feeling very fashion confused. They say if you can remember it from first time around, you're too old for it now. All these 80's flashbacks last season have me squirming. Bold colours (yes, electric blue); high waists; tulip skirts, shirt dresses with an army belt... Yep I did all that circa 1986 or so. What's a girl to do? Go for the granny frocks?
Ha ha Mia, I absolutely love this article. It's the best you've ever written.
As a teenager, with a weekly pocket money sum of $2, I used to wear alot of opshop clothes: 1950's cotton sundresses, handtooled Mexican bags, 1970's Brazilian boots. In short, all the stuff you pay a fortune for at vintage shops now.
When I was 18, I went out with a much older man (31, and yes it does seem slightly creepy to me now too), and me being a complete rabbit-in-the headlights kind of girl back then, dressed EXACTLY how he wanted me too. I'm talking skintight white flared trousers with six inch white stiletto heels and white boob tubes. He liked that tarty/virginal white combo.
As I got older, I became more confident about how I wanted to dress, until at 24, I had my first child, followed by my second at 25. I think then I underwent a seriously daggy transition where I never wore makeup and got around in skirts and Bonds singlets and thongs for about the next 5 years.
But now I'm 33 and so much wiser! If I'm going to my ex-in-laws (complicated), for Christmas lunch, the voice inside my head will be my Nana's saying very loudly "Dress appropriately dear. Nice sensible jeans and a lovely cotton blouse".
It's all about time and place for me now. Out for cocktails with my old highschool girlfriends? Vintage boots, old denim jeans, nice vintage sequinned top. School dropoff? Jeans, thongs, T shirt. I feel so comfortable with how I dress now.
(Just as an aside, lately I've found myself eyeing off those hilarious Kumfs shoes in the chemist. They just look so COMFORTABLE haha)