Inspired by queue watching on Friar Street whilst waiting for the last bus home
Hey girls going out for the night
In heels too high; skirts short and tight
Ask for whose benefit are these clothes you wear
For ourselves I hear you swear
We can dress how we want I hear you shout
And yes, that’s true but that’s not what it’s about
No one would really chose shoes that your ankles may break
As a statement of female freedom to make
Who in their right mind would choose to freeze
When you could dress in warm clothes with ease
Listen to your mothers who you often mock
We’ve been there, done that; I know that comes as a shock
You are not dressing this way through choice
You are doing it because you are listening to the voice
The one that we heard as well
When putting ourselves through clothing hell
Question why you are dressing this way
Not for comfort it would be true to say
Are you dressing this way to conform
In the way sold to girls as the norm
Are you hoping the boys to impress
Who’d like you however you dress
There is no need to be a slave to fashion
If you’re after a night of passion
Learn from your Mothers and our blunders
Hey girls, go invest in fluffy jumpers
Gillian Passman
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