Mutilate yourself and wonder why the clothes don’t fit? Really? Boo fricking hoo. call the Waaahmbulance.
Um. no.... it's a man
Not merely words like "masculine presenting" but most of the rest of what this woman was quoting these people as saying!
Total BS psychobabble!
Lord save us from this!
Everyone is a Victim, victim of this, victim of that, now we have victims of the fashion industry boo hoo, meanwhile the economy is burning to the ground and the borders are wide open...
I really don’t have a problem with this. I mean, women crossdress all the time. They wear boys jeans, shirts, shoes and sometimes the underwear. I have met crossdressers in the malls and out to eat. No biggie. Who cares? If that’s what they want, then so be it. By the way, I’m skinny and my wife wears my levis all the time and I think she looks hot in them. And when she wears nothing but one of my flannel shirts, she’s hot
A two to three percentage point customer base has very little profit potential except for the expensive specialty items.
There are plenty of guides online that help anyone fit themselves (sister-in-law is a fashion designer), and there are no doubt plenty of places online that sell to men who want to wear women’s clothing. This isn’t about being able to buy clothing; this is about trying to make a political statement (as so many of these people try to do).
This is akin to giving a man that believes that he's Napolean a funny hat and a sword and telling him that if he invades Russia he'll feel better about himself.
In the mid-70s while in high school, I worked at Gottchalks (Fresno Fashion Fair mall) in the teen dept. I was also a “Hi Deb” (model).
A very short homosexual with long curly hair (the guy floated and twittered around the clothing racks...), came into the dept. and started picking out various clothing. He asked for the little tag you hang on a dressing room door to show it was occupied and how many items of clothing you were taking into the changing room.
No. You can use the men’s changing rooms across the way. He threw a hissy-fit, demanding to use a female room. Nope. He demanded the manager, which I gladly called.
The manager did not blink, telling him to use the men’s changing rooms or shop somewhere else. The homosexual threw the clothes on the floor and huffed out.
The manager went back to his office, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter.
That was my first encounter with one.
Link to the full-text Free Republic thread.