Some things to think about part E
WOMEN CAN DO IT. WHY CAN’T GUYS?
My mother told me that back in the 1940s through early 60s, when she went anywhere like shopping, church, school meetings, or a restaurant, she had to be dressed up. That meant a dress, necklace, stockings, heels, hair curled, makeup on, maybe a hat, and maybe gloves. If it was winter she had high heel boots and a coat, along with heavier gloves. Pants were for men. Women were rebels if they wore pants anywhere but in the home. They could face social pressures ranging from wardrobe choice comments to sexual orientation slurs. I remember hearing speculation about famous actresses and their less than totally feminine wardrobe choices. Since those days women have taken the right to wear just about anything they want any where they choose. From a hoodie and jeans at The Mall to a Burka in downtown Grand Rapids, to a string bikini on Washington Street in Grand Haven. They can, in one day, morph from looking like any guy down the street, to a princess in sequins and heels. No one challenges them, whatever they want, within some ever evolving, ever expanding social norms.
MEN’S CHOICES HAVE CHANGED, A BIT.
Back in the 1950s and 60s our dad’s and their sons wore gray, blue, black from the tip of our toes to their necks. Yes there were white dress shirts and maybe brown suits and shoes. Expression when dressed up was through the tie, but still within limits. If you wore a bow tie to work, you were different, less serious, than a guy wearing a Windsor knot, who was management material. In school, if we showed up in red Converse gym shoes, we would be called “red shoes” by the gym teacher and oh how glad we were when they wore out prematurely! It has improved since then, but not to the full freedom of choice women enjoy. Men are still wearing the basic socially approved wardrobe. They have also won the right to school colors, so in the right context they may wear red, green, yellow, blue, white, and in strict moderation, gold and silver. The casual neck line and pant hem have become more liberal but maybe not in the best of taste. There are more choices but the guys never morph. A guy is a guy, at least in the mainstream, like your neighbor, dad, or uncle.
Crossdressing need not be a crises for everyone involved. Sure some guys want to go the Full Monty and become women. But the vast majority of crossdressers that I encounter just want to have fun, like Cindy Lauper’s song Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.
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