First of all, shut the hell up. Second, have a plethora of seats. A stadium of seats. A myriad of seats. ALL the seats.

I’m not sure who is writing these trash articles, but guess who’s not reading them and have no damns to give about the content therein? The women these articles are supposed to “target.” These are women over 30, over 40, over 50 who have, it seems, suddenly become fair game for the heckling and “target practice” of aspiring fashion editors and bloggers. These are women who have survived decades of sexism, discrimination, and likely, a fair share of street harassment. These women are your mothers, grandmothers, aunts and friends, and they deserve to be able to make the simplest of morning choices (“Hmm…what should I wear today?”) without being subjected anyone else’s opinion on whether said selection is “appropriate” or not. Writers of such opinion pieces should get their target practice on issues that are more worthwhile and less invasive into the private lives of women; issues that could actually prove beneficial to society, such as: “Why do I care so much what someone else wears?” or “How can not giving my opinion about what others do make life easier for everyone involved?” because articles judging what’s age appropriate for a demographic that doesn’t give a shit what you think are a colossal waste of words and time.

The hours of fake research and time taken to disseminate unsolicited opinions on what women can and cannot put on their bodies only further demonstrate that society is FAR too comfortable in telling women what to do, how to think, how to act, how to…I could go on, but you get the drift. Women over 30, 40, or 50 are going to glance at the title, suck their teeth, and keep flipping the page or scrolling the mouse. And if by chance we DO peep at a paragraph or two, all we do is giggle and proceed with life as normal. That mini skirt you said I should trash? Actually, this article JUST reminded me that it’s in my closet, and there’s a banging party this weekend! Non matching socks are a no no? Well, come to my house and match socks for me and my entire crew, you judgmental footwear tyrant. There comes a certain point in a woman’s life when she wakes up and has absolutely no cares in this world about what someone else has to say about her fashion choices. Because grown. So, please. Just stop it. I wear what I want, when I want and how I want.