Dress Your Age

There are a lot of Shoulds and Shouldn’ts in this life, and most of them exist according to age and gender. You should play with dolls because you’re a little girl. You should like running around, you’re a little boy. You shouldn’t be showing so much skin, you’re only thirteen. You should punch him back, like a real man. You should really cover up, you’re a mature woman. You know the words and terms; mutton, lamb, cougars, mid-life crises, sleazy, sad, provocative, desperate – all applicable to what we wear and at what point in our lives we wear it and whether we’re male or female.

Recently Kate ‘Waity Katie’ Middleton’s mother stepped out in a short coral frock that finished above the knee. Immediately the hushed commentary began. Should she be wearing such a short dress at her age? Is it appropriate to be dressing like her daughter (who opted for a ‘mature’ floor-length gun metal gown)? Sure, she’s got great legs, but isn’t she a little past it?

Navigating the Shoulds and Shouldn’ts of fashion is a minefield at the best of times. Navigating it as a woman is even trickier, and as a woman over 35, akin to a kamikaze mission. Just ask Michelle Obama, Hilary Clinton, Madonna, Sarah Gordon, Demi Moore (although the only comments you ever hear about Demi is how amazing and youthful she looks, so it would seem you can wear whatever you want as long as you’re skinny with a face full of botox … I means sunscreen). Too much leg/ boob is desperate, not enough leg/boob is matronly; you’re either trying too hard or not trying enough. What you can and can’t wear is intrinsically linked with your age.

The rash of backhanded compliments directed at Kate Middleton’s mother got me thinking – why do we adhere to such stringent aesthetic rules and regulations, when what we wear is one of the most visible expressions of who we are? Is it too much to ask that people can just wear whatever the hell they want because they like it? Forget about it looking good to you, or the person next to you on the train, or the mean spirited reporter – that garment makes that person feel good, can’t that just be enough?

It’s possible I’m being too Utopian here, and I’m sure you’ll all tell me if I am and then suggest I go and join a hippie commune (which I wouldn’t be averse to if said hippie commune was somewhere warm and I could eat dairy products.) So help me out here – should we reinforce these narrow-minded constraints that see men and women dress only according to age and gender, or should we just live and let live and get over it when someone over 45 shows a bit of leg?

About Olivia Hambrett

Liv Hambrett is the Editor in Chief of Trespass. She has a weakness for the Scandinavian pop scene, doughnuts, and escapism (among many other things). She routinely pours cups of tea and forgets about them, buys international glossy magazines even though they highlight her fashion, fiscal and physical shortcomings and has lost count of how many perfumes she owns. This doesn't stop her from buying more. One day, she will write a bestselling book, turn it into an award winning screenplay, and retire to a villa (or yacht, she's not fussy) in the Mediterranean, to live out the rest of her days in sundrenched peace. If you lose her, look under a pile of books, scrap paper and empty tea cups, or check her bank statements for any recent, rash plane-ticket purchases. Don't try and call her, she's probably lost her phone.