Society is a judgemental place. The way we act, how we behave, our job (or lack of one), exam results, where we shop, the neighbourhood we reside in and so many more factors are looked upon and rigorously examined by fellow humans. Jeremy Kyle on steroids. These different factors help to build up a picture of who someone is and whether people wish to associate themselves with them.
Some of these factors are rightfully thought about. The way people treat others should always be acknowledged. I certainly wouldn't wish to associate myself with any racist, sexist or homophobe. No time should be given to those who treat people different to them in an inferior, derogatory manner. It is important society holds the to account for their despicable views. However, there are many ways in which society judges us that I think stretch way too far. One of those, as you can probably guess by the title, is fashion. Fashion, fashion, fashion. So many parts of live revolve around what we wear and the way we look. TV adverts, peers at college, going to jobs, looking presentable. While the style of fashion varies from culture to culture, the art of judging someone partially based upon what they wear is universal. According to fashion supporters, this shouldn't be a problem. Ah ha, a solution! Simply by being humans, we should all have...fashion sense. This sense, this non-physical, subconscious element within our lives means all of us should be able to dress sensibly. It's as abundant as common sense and curtesy, apparently. Except it isn't. The rules for decency and curtsey are quite clear. Some of them are set by the law and others by society. Be friendly. Treat someone how you would wish to be treated. Respect everyone equally. These are easy to grasp, if not to always execute. Fashion sense is nothing but vague. A mist shadowing the clear blue sky of kindness. Take one vague, illogical rule. It's wrong for me to wear a stripy t-shirt underneath a stripy jumper. Says who? Given the frantic lives most of society leads, who time to sit down and think specifically about stripy clothing. Why did they decide whether one should (or shouldn't) appear on top of the other? How an Earth did this idea spread, like a disease, throughout the whole of society, infesting us all in how we consciously dress? As for answers, I have none. Yet I'm supposed to conform to these 'rules.' Maybe it's because I value different things. I find little point in worrying about things out of my control. Our brains only have a finite capacity. Therefore, I have to prioritise what to remember. A-levels, of course. My family and friends, their birthdays, things they like and who they are. Beautiful pieces of literature that will stick in my mind forever. Amazing places I've explored within our breathtaking planet. As for clothing rules that have barely been explained, no, they are nowhere in my priority list of what to remember. I'm the same with cars. Though I say this before I passed my driving test, I don't think cars will play a huge influence in my life. Getting from A to B is my only priority. I would like the ability to drive, should I ever need to use it. I hope my commute would never involve car driving, but, if it does, at least I will be able to do so. But I have no time to remember models of cars, which drives fastest, where the cheapest petrol is located. When I think about it, I'm the same with dogs. Of course, for some occasions, like interviews and dinner parties, a formal attire is appropriate. Someone has to show they are suitable for a job. Part of that is how you dress, because there are dress codes. No silly rules, just a dressing attire (usually a suit) to follow. I can understand this. Me of no fashion! However, when deciding who should receive a job, the vast majority of the decision should come down to their ability and suitability for the position, not what they are wearing. Surely everyone can agree with this? For most occasions, I just want to wear comfy clothes. That is all. People may have time in their lives to remember all the rules and apply them to their dress code – I don't. Before you ask, no, I don't intend to make time for such a lesson either. I may be judged by fashion rule makers, but at least I'll be wearing what I like. Though, the last time I checked, having no fashion was the new fashion...
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