Easing back into this blog, I present a list of reasons I dislike gendered dress codes.
- Why on earth do people think it’s okay to tell someone they should wear/not wear certain clothes according to their genitalia?
Yes, I know biological sex and gender are totally different things. People who only offer two options for dress code (male/female) clearly do not. Dress codes are literally saying wear A if you have a penis, B if you have a vagina.
Side note: this is why dressing babies in pink/blue if they’re girls/boys freaks me out. Why does everybody need to know what sexual organs your newborn has? WHY?!?
- Biological sex and gender are totally different things, and there are more than two genders, and not everyone identifies as one gender (or any) all the time.
If you’re determined to have a dress code, either list out options for each a/gender and allow people to dress according to whichever one they identify with at that time, or make everyone dress the same.
Or here’s a novel idea; let people wear whatever the heck they want.
- Extra work always falls on women.
Women must cover their cleavage, hide their bra straps, not show their midriff or shoulders or thighs, no VPL, no VBO, no nipples showing through no matter how Baltic the weather. We have to wear impractical, restrictive dresses, ‘shapewear’, and heels. We’re the ones who have to wear gravity-defying, revealing but not slutty, beautiful, expensive dresses.
Men just have to make sure their balls aren’t hanging out.
The dress code that prompted this post told women to wear a certain colour, whereas men only had to look ‘smart’. So it’s on women to spend their money to acquire something suitable in that colour if they don’t already own it, while men get to wear a top that’s been ironed at some point in the not-too-distant past.
And I don’t want to hear that it’s ‘just clothes’. It’s clothes on top of being paid less, on top of being passed over for promotion, on top of cat calling, on top of assault, on top of harassment, on top of mansplaining, on top of fearing for our safety, on top of being expected to do emotional labour for anyone and everyone we come across, on top of not being believed, on top of having our pain dismissed, on top of being told we’re hysterical, on top of being appraised on our weight, size, physical appearance at all times, on top of diet culture, on top of rape culture, on top of tone policing, on top of all the extra rubbish that people in minority groups have to deal with on top of all of that.
We have to deal with all this on a daily basis, it could be just a tiny bit less terrible if we didn’t have to follow a hundred ridiculous rules about what to wear while doing so.