The tissues, clothes, art, perfumes, books, make-up, words, meetings, creativity are powerful things: they make us feel good, they put us in relation.
It often happens to see that the real enemy of women are the women themselves. The idea that a woman must abdicate the ornament, the makeup, the beautiful suit and high heels to be believable especially at work above all is the heritage of a male-dominated reactionary that uses the attention that the women pay to the aesthetics to underestimate, bracketing (to put among parenthesis) their intellectual capacity. That aberrant idea for which the woman couldn’t have pleasures on her body, on her seductive power, or has just that.
A woman who takes care a lot her own aspect is accused of frivolity relegating the aesthetic appearance to the mere seductive power over men. The great problem for women is to focus in half on the real.
Many women don’t understand, or pretend not to understand, that certain attentions towards their body are not aimed for seducing the men, but for relating to other women.
There are women who put make up, wash themselves, spend in suits they talk about, and they work as surgeon or they win the Nobel Prize for Literature.
Which means: I can afford to dress slutty also, if I’m sure of being able to pass my intellectual worth. If I’m not sure, it is not a problem of the heel.
It always has been so, my lady.
Once the women were blocked by the world of the polis for a long time and therefore to their aesthetics have submitted all the important semantic identitaries. All the things they want to say about themselves. In addition, this thing has remained. With or without the heels the women turn themselves to their context, showing what they want to be seen of them.
“I don’t have anything to wear for who I need to be today.”