Suzy was rushing to go to work in the morning. Argh, the stupid dress code at the office. No pants or pants suit but nothing said about mini skirts. Clearly, the regulation was imposed by an MCP(male chauvinist pig, if you have not known what it stands for). Okay, I am going to wear that short skirt, eight inches above my knees, thought the twentyish Suzy. Suzy's thigh bones are exceptionally long, which is not unusual for a 174 cm tall woman. That eight inches above the knees length of the skirt did not looked at all mini on her.
When Suzy arrived at the office building which was about five metres from the bus stop, she could feel several men looking up at the escalator she was on. She wondered about what amount of pleasure they could get by looking up at someone's bare thighs early in the morning. As she walked towards the entrance of the office, she was greeted by the dear and ever cheery receptionist who gave her a 'wolf' whistle, making her chuckle. The receptionist had dolled up to comply with the management new rules that everybody must put on a 'professional' look. Professional look, my foot! Suzy swore. Now, every woman in the office looked more like a hooker. The computer analyst had her lips painted so red that they looked as if she was inviting kisses. The accountant had her rouge on her cheeks so unprofessionally done that they looked like two red birthday eggs that Suzy's mum used to make for her lunar birthday.
That was in the eighties. Nowadays, nobody cared so much about dress code for women. We go to office in comfortable, presentable and clean attire, be them slacks or dresses as long as they do not provoke or arouse any untoward feelings in men. If one dresses sexily, don't regret if one gets sexual harrasement from one's colleagues. Better be safe than sorry.
When Suzy arrived at the office building which was about five metres from the bus stop, she could feel several men looking up at the escalator she was on. She wondered about what amount of pleasure they could get by looking up at someone's bare thighs early in the morning. As she walked towards the entrance of the office, she was greeted by the dear and ever cheery receptionist who gave her a 'wolf' whistle, making her chuckle. The receptionist had dolled up to comply with the management new rules that everybody must put on a 'professional' look. Professional look, my foot! Suzy swore. Now, every woman in the office looked more like a hooker. The computer analyst had her lips painted so red that they looked as if she was inviting kisses. The accountant had her rouge on her cheeks so unprofessionally done that they looked like two red birthday eggs that Suzy's mum used to make for her lunar birthday.
That was in the eighties. Nowadays, nobody cared so much about dress code for women. We go to office in comfortable, presentable and clean attire, be them slacks or dresses as long as they do not provoke or arouse any untoward feelings in men. If one dresses sexily, don't regret if one gets sexual harrasement from one's colleagues. Better be safe than sorry.
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