Blue Mistresses

Hallelujah! 

Spring is oozing from every brittle branch and frozen inch of earth and I am ecstatic. It's been a tough winter, especially tough for those who do not know how to bundle themselves properly... Which introduces you to the second category of people that I have come across. This group of individuals is definitely not unique to Windsor, and in no way do they comprise the entire female population. Perhaps they only stand out to me because of the ethical conflicts they arouse. For that reason, this entry may feel more rant-like than others.

As the world thaws, pants are sure to shrink and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. However, if you feel inclined to prance between clubs downtown in summer time apparel while in the midst of one of the most brisk winters our city has known (1), perhaps you should review your priorities. It is not rare that I have been Downtown, freezing in my multiple layers, when a girl walks past me in what one could scarcely consider a jacket over a hardly more viable dress, drunkenly stumbling in her heels and leaving me completely bewildered. If I only had the nerve to inform these girls that alcohol promotes hypothermia and frostbite even in those adequately dressed; they are putting themselves in extreme danger. These girls are also potentially going out for smoke breaks and shivering in their not-so-winter-appropriate boots. Smoking is a vaso-constrictor, which means it can interfere with your circulation, causing a decreased blood flow travelling towards your extremities to keep warm (2). I understand that clubs are sweaty and that constantly worrying about your coat or bag being stolen while on the dance floor doesn't necessarily seem appealing, but neither does this:

Frostbite.
This can happen ALL OVER.

Maybe the root of my concern lies with the fact that "clubbing" doesn't seem to be very fun, especially not the entailed route in between locations during a night of blistering cold. I am certain that it would feel much nicer to sip some vino in a turtle neck and shake your warm limbs to some jazz, but I am getting ahead of myself. It is just that I struggle immensely when trying to understanding how this is an appealing hobby - I have seen such sorry sights stumbling and squealing past me. Last summer, a girl of this breed even had the nerve to ask me to double ride her on my bicycle because she could barely walk! It makes one giggle in retrospect, but where is the dignity in this charade?

What's worse is that these girls will often spend hours before a mirror, perfecting every minute detail of their appearance to impress men who they probably don't even know. Perhaps the attention feels nice on the ego. I, for one, would much rather not associate myself with men who scan the room for women in the same mind set as they would scan the bar for which drink to purchase. To be so overcome by the wish to be physically desired is intellectual and emotional suicide. What especially irks me is when these girls log onto their social networking sites and complain that men are pigs. If I were a man and I saw a woman scantily clad, sexual parts poking out of skin-tight clothing everywhere, I would probably take that as an open invitation for a salutation. There is a fine line, however, between a respectful introduction and harassment. Which leads us already into our next topic... Stay tuned!

 (1) http://blogs.windsorstar.com/2014/01/06/brr-coldest-weather-in-20-years-coming/
 (2) http://whyquit.com/joel/Joel_02_18_circulatory_damage.html