Is there an historical reason why female formal dresses have a huge variety of styles compared to male ones where the only acceptable style is jacket with pants?
Is there an historical reason why female formal dresses have a huge variety of styles compared to male ones where the only acceptable style is jacket with pants?
I have learned to circumvent this issue by simply never being important enough to be invited to formal events.
It's worked well thus far, though nobody seems to notice.
Have you seen the way old men dress? Everything is gray or brown with the least amount of shape or texture. It's like boomers collectively agreed to be as uniform and boring as possible. There used to be as much style and individuality in men's fashion as women's, but sometime around the end of the 1800s they all said "let's just all wear this one plain thing for the next 200 years."
The Great Male Renunciation and its consequences have been a disaster for the human race
To save some people a minute, from Wikipedia:
The Great Male Renunciation is the historical phenomenon at the end of the 18th century in which wealthy Western men stopped using bright colours, elaborate shapes and variety in their dress, which were left to women's clothing. Instead, men concentrated on minute differences of cut, and the quality of the plain cloth. Coined by British psychologist John Flügel in 1930, it is considered a major turning point in the history of clothing in which the men relinquished their claim to adornment and beauty.
TIL that there's a name for it.
I shall allow my male OCs to wear bright colors. Pink. Bluish Spruce, even Apple Green.
I'm wondering this too, at least is their a reason why I can't where my thigh highs to school
We ladies must look desirable; the fashion styles changed to accentuate my hips and my tits, my baby making parts. That’s all I’m here to do anyways. Historically, prly religion upholding the patriarch; same difference. Hide them elbows and ankles!
As a man, I wish clothes would make me feel desirable. I have asked my girlfriend which clothes she would like to see me in, but she says it's not about the clothes. That it doesn't matter. It's more about what I do. So I just dress in plain, comfortable, practical clothes which makes me, well, practical. Useful. I often wish I had options to just be desired for my body, without the pressure to achieve this or that to be desirable. It's a source of sadness for me.
I mean, looking like you know what you're doing, looking confident doesn't mean you have to dress plain.
Also I am sure gym bros will complement you on your body. Kind of like how as a straight man I only get compliments on my facial hair from other men. Look for validation from your friends not randos
I mean, I'm 30 and a non traditional college student. If the weather is agreeable, I have a few nice sweaters that I'll wear with an undershirt, dark jeans, and I've got a pair of Loake boots that are very nice.
I feel GREAT when I dress like that, and get quite a few glances throughout the day. Also my wife eyeballs me as I leave the house.
I felt like this as well, but it turns out it was gender dysphoria for me all along. Men being completely invisible is one of the hardest parts of being masc.
We ladies must look desirable; the fashion styles changed to accentuate my hips and my tits, my baby making parts.
Bring back ostentatious codpieces for the dudes
Bring back ostentatious codpieces for the dudes
They never went away in my house.
And slashed pantaloons
Will you marry me?
I was just thinking about the Beau Brummel episode. He was almost an actually good guy too. One of the least bastardly people to be covered.
Great episode. Came here to post this.
Here's an alt link https://podcastaddict.com/behind-the-bastards/episode/179384649
My personal pet hypothesis is that the rise of modern homophobic sentiment is what absolutely fucked men's emotional expression. Guys used to hold hands and shit, and in some cultures they still do - but the association of that kind of emotiveness with being gay caused men to not only recoil from it, but to punish their peers and children for expressing it. The loss of brightly colored clothes and other forms of personal expression was the canary in the coal mine for this societal change.