A post and comment thread over on Knoxviews has encouraged DADvocate to discuss fashion and the way women present themselves. We talked about the 'don't date losers' scenario way back in March, which could be of tangential interest to this topic.
I know some really crazy women (seriously, crazy, y'all) who dress just as conservative and prudish as a sweet Georgia peach. Then I know some knock-your-sox-off lookers who wear patent leather and upper-thigh skirts and almost fall-outta-yo'-top halters who are the sweetest women you will ever meet - Keepers you could bring home to Mama's house. Plus, I've seen far too many 'theme nights' gone wrong back in Athens, and even Bubba Garcias has a "Clubba Garcias" where all the kids on Island City dress ghetto fabulous. And I have that secret love for watching the beautiful girls of the SEC walk to Sanford Stadium wearing their Ho Boots.
For me, style is visually stimulating, but I maintain that I can figure out within 15 minutes if there is some substance there or not - and that's what's important. I don't care if you're wearing a sun dress or Gothic bondage, if you're only talent is leanin' up against the bar and lookin' cute, I'm gonna pass you by. So are most of the real men with real jobs and real respect for women.