Clothing a sense of status?

Should clothing be the sole reason why we as women judge others, and decide whether or not to include these women in our social circles?

Does clothing dictate how you are treated and therefore what you receive without the pain and suffering in life? I mean, does clothing dictate how much blood, sweat, and tears you must submit to the earth in order to savor the goodness life has to offer?

I'm not saying that we all need to have suggestive clothing on 24/7 but let's be honest: when dealing with a man, does it help to show off your *ahem* assets? Does that necessarily mean though that I need to lower my standards and lower my morals to receive a better grade? Achieve more in life? Gain an inordinate amount of praise for a job that you could have done with your eyes closed?

I love clothing as much as I love my mom, and I love her more than I like air. At the same time, my love of clothing is taking a back seat to my future endeavors and I am running into obstacles because of it. I love to wear clothes that are beautiful, elegant, and my clothing does not wear me. At the same time, several of my professors have been said to prefer girls who show a little more, and therefore, they will receive higher grades in the class. But are they giving in to the misogynistic attitude and frankly my dear, I am giving a damn. What are we as women going to finally stand up and say no? When will our moments of clarity become our daily mind process rather than a strife for life? I ask you, why must milk be given for free?

No, School is not out for summer.

And I'm back in school....a college that sometimes pushes me beyond the core beliefs of humanity, but hey. To each his own. I've gotta cover a couple different topics today folks.

A question to pose to all is: since when does getting thinner entitle you to becoming a complete and total witch?

I know a girl, let's call her Susie. I spent a year with Susie, and in that year, she became a fast friend. After a year at my school, I took a leave if absence to decide if I really wanted to do what I had signed up to do. After a year break, I decided to return only to find that my once good friend had dropped 20 lbs, gained a horrific attitude and had decided to give me the silent treatment. Something that I have learned since my original freshman year- silence doesn't solve problems. In the least. I would have hoped that after a year of no communication and a year of not seeing me, I would have thought that a "friend" would have wanted to learn what I had done, and so on. I had been surprised on so many levels.

Something that many do not know is that I have attained a personal training certification. I have seen the days of eating and I have sweat and pulled and strained and done things that some don't like to do to their bodies, but I must say, looking svelte never felt so good :)

Well, I learned that she had lost a bulk of her weight through a few unhealthy methods. What she doesn't want is a constant reminder of what she didn't want to do. My problem: if her crap attitude is a side effect of weight loss, then I never ever want to lose weight again.