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Googoo Glamour
By BINARY-WEAPON BABY
01 February 2007
I think all googoo readers will agree that most women tend to dress better than men. Maybe because of the misconception that taking care in your appearance is “gay”, or maybe because guys just don’t care, or they’re just simply clueless. Whatever the reason, it certainly causes a small ruckus amongst girls when heaven forbid, a well-dressed man appears, and a riot if he also happens to be good-looking. Yes, boys, we DO care what you wear, it’s about the first thing we notice. “you can tell a lot from a man’s shoes”. I’m a great believer in this. Chunky white adidas trainers says chav. Converse screams “I have no imagination, but there’s still hope for me”. Giant flashy neon nikes are only okay if you’re black and a rapper. Tan-coloured, slightly scuffed leather loafers and now we’re talking. The gleaming laced brogues are a winner.
But the problem comes when the bloke dresses a little too well. Isn’t it only fair that the girl in the relationship be the one obsessed with shopping and always looks too good for the guy? I have been with my boyfriend for a year now, and am all too aware that he owns a wardrobe which is better than mine…? When we go out together, people compliment him on his shoes, coats and belts etc.., a little..TOO much. And you’ll understand when I tell you that he saved up for three months for the winter sales at Selfridges and Harvey nichols, and has 25 pairs of shoes. And he loves them more than anything. And I mean, anything.
Hmm, what am I complaining about, I hear you cry, I’ve been complaining about the lack of well-dressed men in the world, and I’ve managed to nab one for myself! It’s just that when he asks me to feel the texture of a cashmere jumper and is gushing over a pair of the most fabulous dress shoes he saw in a magazine, I forget that he’s a guy and we end up talking about fashion like two excitable girls. Slightly worrying, I know. But so useful at the same time! If he likes what I’m wearing, I know it looks good. So even if he does have more shoes than me, I am pleased I do not have a boyfriend whose wardrobe I have to subtly try and change, a process many of my friends have embarked, but failed on. But that’s another googoo glamour for another day!