"Because, for men, it's more important than the person"

IF I WEAR a boobtube, shorts, and boots, I receive an entirely different welcome to one I get when wearing a jumper, jeans, and flats.

And it's not a joke.

Men determine the sort of woman we are by what we wear.

I have a law degree, a well-paid job, and I can drive minibuses and trucks, but if I turned up for work in a short skirt and a loose top without a bra, it would be assumed I'm a bimbo secretary on the prowl.

When I wear a suit, I'm taken seriously - but, at the sam time, men are wary, thinking I'm usurping their positions.

A friend of mine cycles to work in shorts and T-shirt, and attracts all sorts of undesirables every day.

But she's a solicitor, so once at work, she showers, changes, and carries a briefcase. One day in the lobby she saw one of the biker boyz, as she calls them, and he stammered "do you have a sister?".

"Yes", she said, "she's a cyclist and she's instructing me to sue the pants off some men who aggravate her every day".