We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Re: The deleterious effects on a female of dressing sexy at work (duh)...That woman looked gorgeous, but I would have taken her aside and warned her to save the skirt for social occasions only...And not simply because I was envious of her looks (I am) but also because I know they won't gain her any worthwhile attention.
Even when I had the legs for it, I never wore short skirts to work. I was paid to work, not titillate men who were ignoring their own work to notice females. I never dated people I worked with as a) my work was more interesting and b) I had more than enough beaux from church and peers from college days to go out with when work let up. I never believed in "it pays to advertise."
If a man wants to get in a lather over some long-legged bimbo, let him. He should remember that what you see is what you get. You want a sex goddess, enjoy her and have fun but don't bleat piteously to me later that she doesn't understand and empathize with your political woes at work or can't analyze your spreadsheets and edit your research reports and tutor your children in basic Math.
In my experience most married Western men approximate the "wear a chador and walk six paces behind me" of a devout Muslim attitude towards a wife. So, salivate and lust after a half-clothed babe, but Allah forbid that one's own property should incite lust in other males by dressing sexy. The Madonna-Whore complex in men never ceases to impress me. Indeed, the only circumstances under which I would ever dress in a revealing or provocative way these days, in middle age, would be to play a prank on my husband. It would be so much fun to see the horror on his face. Remember the words of the gangster in "Analyze This" about his wife "That face kisses my children goodnight!"
In my youth, I wouldn't have wanted a mate I had to attract by flaunting myself. I was cuddly and gorgeous in youth but definitely kept under wraps. If someone didn't love me for my mind, I wasn't interested..
Basic male-female difference, tho. I find it touching and amusing and encouraging that a dying male relative of mine still pursues porn on the internet. I figure the day he stops, either the testosterone has completely gone or the Grim Reaper is beside him...But most of us females are uninterested in anything except loving monogamy. Whereas our beloved males would, I think, be happy to sleep with as many as possible as well as snagging at least one steady dishwasher and childbearer to make sure that at least some of his kids are carefully raised.
Now I know there are many politically conservative sluts out there (you quote their blogs approvingly and sigh over their pictures) who would differ from me. I'm just a boring Christian mommy raising her daughters to leave something to the imagination when they dress, and never to dress like a floozy or they will be treated like one.