Monday
December 5, 2011
December 5, 2011
By Ciku Kimani ciku_kimani@yahoo.com
Posted Sunday, December 4 2011 at 18:00
Posted Sunday, December 4 2011 at 18:00
In Summary
- Self-esteem: Dressing in outfits that scream for attention simply tells the world that you have very low self-esteem, and so we all dutifully feel sorry for you
I am a huge advocate of the “live and let live”
school of thought; you can spend your life drinking alcohol and chasing
rainbows, but if the way you live your life does not negatively affect
others, the fact that we might not like the way you live should be
irrelevant.
Unfortunately, most of the time, whatever we do
affects other people so my theory, so to say, nullifies itself. Busy
bodies who criticise how others live their lives irk me, as they are
obviously disgruntled with their own miserable lives.
Contradictory or not, today, I am going to criticise, not exactly how people live, but how they dress.
Even with the best connections, I could never get a
job as a high fashion cop, period. My idea of fashion has something to
do with a pair of jeans, sneakers and a sleeveless top. Of late, I have
added long free flowing dresses for reasons I shall not expound on.
Once in a while, I throw in a hat for good measure.
Fashion, I believe, is individual. I know people who shake their heads
in pity at my great fashion sense, but a good gesture deserves another,
so I shake my head at their terrible fashion sense.
Live and let live is all well and good, but it
would be naïve to imagine it is alright for people to dress anyway they
like, anywhere. Wearing a bikini to church could only be as a result of
insanity, so would high heels on the beach.
Tank tops on pregnant women is an abomination, same
as tight T-shirts on heterosexual men. True, fashion has no hard rules,
but it doesn’t mean it lacks common sense.
A couple of weeks ago in church, one of the ushers,
a lovely ripe woman wore a very short skirt. I am no fun of one Pastor
Ng’ang’a and his no trouser rule in his church, but I found myself
wishing he were around to admonish her.
The short-skirted usher, who seemed to have very many tall
male friends she needed to hug (thus her dress going up her thigh and
exposing her further), distracted me and everybody within 20 feet of
her. I caught a few beady eyed men, staring at her smooth thighs.
Whether she had deliberately dressed like that or
not, I bet the devil rubbed his hands in glee, knowing full well that
she would be his instrument in church, that a lot of men, and some
women, would not catch the sermon in full as they would spend half the
time thinking dirty thoughts.
I could excuse the girl and blame youth, but a week
later, in the same church, we sat mouths agape, watching a middle aged
woman majestically walk to the front seats of the church.
Nothing wrong with a middle aged women walking
majestically to the front of the church, apart from the fact that she
had a skirt shorter than the young lady’s a week before, and her top was
tight and unflattering too.
She had “tires” that would give the Michelin man a
run for his money, and with each step she took, the tires wobbled
threateningly. I found myself counting the tires (they were four on each
side), then I held my breath in fear, for they wobbled so much, they
were surely going to fall on the floor.
To cut her some slack, she had the best legs I have
ever seen on a woman her age, and I suppose there lay her problem. She
has always flaunted them, but somewhere between 18 years old and 50
years old, she forgot she had dignity to maintain.
Maybe mid-life crisis is hitting her big time — she
reminded me of a phrase I read somewhere, that wisdom does not
necessarily show up with age, sometimes age shows up all alone.
Yes, live and let live, but remember, how you dress tells the
rest of the world how low or high your self-esteem is. If your dressing
is screaming for attention, then yup, we all know your esteem is on the
lower side and we will all dutifully feel sorry for you.
ciku_kimani@yahoo.com
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