Isn’t the term ‘mutton shaming’ horrible? It seems to be a phrase coined from a New York Times article that started doing the rounds at the back end of last year and I noticed an article that referenced it again the other day doing the Facebook rounds although this one had spun the original on it’s head and features:
Back to the mutton shaming though. The woman in the original article that was the subject of the abuse was only 36 at the time — yikes!! I’m nearly 54 so no hope for me then.
Apparently, the guy she was with whispered in her ear — “There comes a time when old lady dresses are no longer ironic’. I can see why the article states he is a ‘former’ partner, can’t you?
What turned into an insult started out way back in in 1811 as a compliment when the future King of England was asked did he like a particular girl at a ball and he was reported to retort ” ‘Girls are not to my taste. I don’t like lamb; but mutton dressed like lamb!’
Ever since then though the Prince of Wales’ compliment rapidly degenerated into an insult for older women.
So it seems that women particularly as we get older are compared to sheep. But then again aren’t we derided all through life for whatever we wear or how we look?
All through life — and it starts young and works it way up to us as teenagers, when we become a mum, through into midlife and probably to the grave — blah de blah de blah ….
‘That makes you look too old’
‘That’s too short — You look like a hooker!’
‘You should show your legs more’
‘You can’t wear that now at your age!’
Why aren’t men subject to this same dress code and looks scrutiny? Does anyone know? I even remember the story last year about a woman being sacked for refusing to wear high heels at work. When does it ever stop? It seems relentless for women.
I don’t care whether anyone likes what I wear. If I think I can pull something off then that’s good enough for me. I will be brutally honest and say I’m not even bothered what Mr Bbed thinks. Or it’s probably more that I chose a partner in life who loves me for who I am. Adores my quirkiness and is not made of the foul stuff that seeks to undermine women by making them feel insecure. I’m probably secure in myself because he enhances that part of my femininity. Who really knows? I just know I don’t care and neither should any woman.
I’m also realistic and know its not that easy for many women.
I hope that through writing this blog we can all inspire and support each other to be strong and hopefully build up our confidence. Mine gets knocked for other reasons — more on that another time — but not for what I choose to wear or how I colour my hair or that I love bright red lipstick.
Talking about red lipstick — note to self I must buy this that I saw the lovely Leah from Devoted To Pink modelling recently.
There really are no rules and if the worse thing I can do in life is dress for me then I will end up a very happy old lady and as one of my favourites, Helen Mirren once said …
“Growing old is not for pussies – you’ve got to have courage. But then, you’ve got to have courage in life anyway.”
I’d love to know your thoughts. Is what you wear governed by your age or worse still have you ever been mutton shamed?