Hey, don't you think so and so looks hot tonight?

I don't understand straight men who feel they have the god-given right to have an opinion on women's fashion, ESPECIALLY, if they have a noticable lack in styling for themselves.

I've noticed this in a few guys I know recently - I don't know whether it's my insanely accurate radar to detect poorly-dressed, pretentious and obnoxious losers, or just the fact that I happen to surround myselves with generally opinionated folk. Neither of those options are a good proposition. Ugh. Why do I thrive so much on good conversation and hearty debate? It's not doing me any good, I swear.

But really, back to the main point - why do guys have these crazy odd weird preferences when it comes to what girls wear? It's so rude.

I'll give you an example. Girl A shows up looking stunning, wearing a charcoal grey silk dress with black lace embellishments and swarofski crystal cap sleeves. Patent Steve Madden heels, perfect simple accessorisation with sterling silver cuff, and a large dress ring, and some chandleir earrings dangle within her long blonde tendrils. She looks like she stepped right out of vogue, or nylon. But alas, the girl (girl B) she's with, wearing a halter-neck shirt made of satin material with a FRANGIPANI print - of all things - that looks as if she's just wearing a pair of boxer shorts around her neck, with a pair of denim shorts and rubber thongs; gets the compliment. The guy EVEN goes as far as to say that Girl A should take some fashion tips from Girl B and wear more colour, and a funky print.

This has happened more than once, disgustingly. This isn't a personal story, I am representing all women here. It's a generalised example, witnessed at a fairly trendy bar recently. PS. I would die to get a pair of black patent madden heels!!

But when it has happened to me, I deduce it to the fact that I don't have big enough breasts. Because anyone I'm ever compared with is showing far too much chest to be respected. Which goes to show, it doesn't matter how intelligent you are, how much you adore your wardrobe or value your shoe collection, there's always going to be some pretentious idiot around to make some lame comment.

Solution? Turn your back, walk in opposite direction, never look back.

Peace and Love.