Blouse: (n) a woman’s loose upper garment resembling a shirt
“Change the language and you can change the world.”
With a few exceptions, I totally believe this.
I’ve tried to put this into practice in my life by being equally complimentary to both men and women. It might sound strange, but normally, our species does not do that.
Two guys meeting to go out to a ballgame don’t usually comment on each other’s outfits. Even if we think a friend is wearing a great-looking jersey, we button our lips for fear of coming across gay.
But if they run across a woman they think is fairly attractive, they just might compliment her on what she’s wearing so as to communicate that they think she is sexually viable and place themselves for consideration.
This is perhaps one of the greatest proofs of chauvinism–“just part of the jungle game.”
Do I think it’s dangerous?
Do I think it’s hypocritical?
What I think is that I choose not to participate.
If my buddy has a nice haircut and doesn’t smell like crap, I will probably go ahead and tell him. If he thinks I’m a homosexual for doing so, I just figure the problem is not mine, but his.
And if I see a woman dressed in a stunning blouse, I will tell her how attractive I think it is, without staring at her breasts while doing so. I also will not stand around and wait for her to compliment me in turn.
A blouse is a blouse is a blouse.
It is a female shirt.
As a shirt, it carries no sexuality and truthfully, is androgynous–open to commentary.
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