A friend was organizing a bunch of us to go out clubbing one night. None of us are big into the clubbing scene, but there was a good excuse at the time, these friends are super good fun to hang around and getting dressed up to go out sounded like a fun change of pace. Bob, the budding DJ, was also invited. Most of the organization was done via a Facebook event. Bob used that chance to send a message to all the women, telling them how to dress.
It was very, very absurd. Although us lady-folk would dress quite casually during the day (jeans, t-shirt and flats), part of the excitement of going out on the town is that we get to dress up! Wear fancy clothes and put on some make up! Also, night clubs tend to have dress codes. Even now, I wonder what was going through his mind that motivated him to write that message.
We were all going to meet at a friend’s house before moving on to the club. This friend had also offered that people could get ready at her house if they wanted to. So I was there maybe an hour or two before we were due to leave, gossiping about how absurd Bob’s lecture was. Then Bob showed up. Wearing, what looked to be an oversized track suit, with an over-sized, paint-splattered t-shirt and runners. Needless to say, we were rather surprised, aghast and amused. And even more amused when, surprise surprise, guess who was denied entry into the club? He spent a good 10 minutes outside talking with the bouncer, eventually being let in because he knew the DJ.
I haven’t had much contact with Bob, but I hope that the past few years has endowed him with more tact and respect towards women’s minds and sensibilities. And dress codes. 1104-13