Jesus’ General (an 11 on the manly scale of absolute gender) points us to a discussion about women wearing pants, which Thinking Housewife regards as a despicable feminist renunciation of feminine femininity, and quotes Thinking Housewife Contributor Jesse Powell thusly…

If there was a general societal norm that men wore pants while women wore dresses it would be very clear that there was a difference between the sexes.

To which my low key apologetic libido says…

Or a guy’s ass.   Seriously…pants make it easier to tell a person’s sex.   If both sexes are wearing pants it would not typically be very difficult to identify the sex of the person wearing them.   I admit you can still occasionally be fooled.   I once mistook a gal named Martha for a guy and no she was not big and ugly, she was lithe and handsome and very very cute.   But she had small hips and butt for a gal, and she liked wearing big floppy jackets so I never got a good look at her breasts and it threw me.   But that’s not the usual case.   The usual case is it’s pretty obvious.

But you’d only know that if…you know…you ever looked carefully.   In the A Coming Out Story episode above the joke is I was only looking at guys.   Little teenage me grew up without much of an interest in girls and tons of interest in guys and it showed, to my embarrassment whenever it was pointed out to me, in my artwork.   The joke here I suspect is we’re witnessing more firsthand evidence that a childhood drenched in right wing sexual mores result in grown adults with pitifully arrested sexual development.   If you need gender restrictions in clothing and dress in order to tell the boys from the girls it isn’t society that’s sexually degenerate.

Oh I know…I know…it isn’t that they can’t tell the difference…it’s that clothing as a personal expression of beauty and sexuality is a symptom of evil taking of joy in life.   The clothes you wear should remind you of your place and reenforce keeping you in it.   More then a uniform, clothes must be a prison within which, hidden and contained, is the shameful flesh, within which is doubly imprisoned the damnable human soul.   Else the person inside might escape and have a life of their own.