If the shoe fits…

I always chuckle when I hear girls complaining about how people are staring at their legs, boobs, ass and whatever other bits they have hanging out. Look, if you want to wear a short skirt, you can’t expect the hot-blooded dude on the MRT to avert his eyes. If you’re flashing cleavage, then Joe Blow over there ain’t grinning to himself for no reason. We dress the way we do because we want people to notice (whether we want to admit it or not).

Similarly, if you’re going to act like a bitch, at least have the balls to own up to the label. And if you’re the office slut, don’t feign innocence and distress when you find out your lascivious extracurricular activities are the subject of locker-room talk.

If the shoe fits, wear it. And save me the sanctimonious drivel.