androbot01 wrote:
Once is okay; a second picture is a little overly interested. Especially if you just met her at the convention.
Patrick64 wrote:
I know there is double standard shaming in this, but I do believe if you cosplay, dress sexy, you deserve the attention, even from creepy guys because you're attractive.
Really? Why is a woman expressing her creative playful side automatically her wanting to be perceived as sexy. That is your assumption, you don't know what her intention was?
And you think creepy behaviour is acceptable because of an assumption? Or at all?
It's that kind of assumptions that lead to cat calling and sexual harassment. I had some guy scream "slut" at me from his car a couple of weeks ago as I was walking home from the library. The assumption that I was wearing shorts for male attention (and not because it was 90 degrees) is ridiculous. I was literally heading home to go watch a documentary about Mothman.
This may come a shock to many men, but most women, even straight ones, don't dress for men. We mostly dress for other women, and for ourselves. When I get dressed I'm not thinking "boy howdy I hope men stare at my ass" I'm thinking "I look cute in this/this is comfortable/ this shirt and skirt with sneakers combo is so fashionable." I'm not thinking about whether or not men will think it's sexy. I don't want their attention, and the only attention I want relating to my clothes is potentially compliments on the outfit or asking where I bought something.
Though I'm grossly simplifying cat calling, considering the fact that I've been catcalled in a past the knee (and high neck) dress with opqaue tights and flats lol. It often has nothing to do with what you're wearing, and everything to do with men being gross.
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