Its around 7:45 am in the morning on a Sunday. Most of the people who have to be at work by 8:00 am are rushing and zooming about on their way to work. And lo and behold, there goes the employees who belong to the Ministry of Fashion & Clothing Accessories. Believe me, I am not joking. There goes this parade of young women, barely out of their teens or in their teens, dressed for work, in a pair of low hipped figure hugging jeans, which leaves nothing to the imagination, topped off with a shirt that can barely hold their upper body inside (lord have mercy on those buttons that try so hard not to pop out).
To carry off the look, the hair would have the ‘I just tumbled off the bed after having the best sex of my life’ look together with a couple of gold or silver jewelery on the hands which would give out an eye blinding glare if it ever catches sunlight. To go with this look, from the ears there will dangle earrings the size of a 32″ LCD television. The next thing you know, when these ‘hot’ experts in fashion arrive at work, there will be oooh’s and aaah’s from those of the same group, commenting on their choice of attire to work, and a plan to go for more shopping once work is over at 4:00 pm.
Most of the youngsters today really have no clue on how to respectably dress for work. Its disheartening to see the citizens of the ‘100% Muslim’ country dressed with bare scraps of clothing as if at any moment the onlookers would find themselves seated in an arena with a ramp the size of Majeedhee Magu, and at any minute the young women would start sashaying there way across the ramp.
Even in those countries, whose up and coming trends in fashion that we try and keep up with, have a dress code for work which doesn’t include a healthy view of the receptionists cleavage. Female workers ought to respect their body more than that, rather than giving cheap shows to every one who works with them as well as those who come in contact with them at work.
It wasn’t long ago that I along with a couple of male workers at my workplace got an eye full of our colleague’s butt crack all the way down. Disturbing image I tell ya! But she really had no clue, or maybe she just enjoys the thought of men panting at her backside like dogs in heat.
What a person chooses to wear outside their workplace is of no concern to me, but as professionals who have a duty to carry out, which in no way includes wearing teeny tiny scraps of clothing that barely covers the essentials, we ought to start dressing like professionals too. Maybe those who are hooked on western fashion ought to take a long hard look at what those they follow in countries like the U.S., U.K., Australia etc. chooses as their work attire. I believe that we could really learn something from them!