I don't understand the dressing sexy phenomenon. I don't want people looking at my bits. I want them to look me in the eyes and reckon with my brain.
This controversy has been raging for a long time, being mentioned even in Tolstoy's literature. The name of the short story (I believe it was) escapes me now, but Tolstoy makes a point that young women dressed like "ladies of the night" to snag a man. And is this not true of clothing styles today?
I think in some regards, culture pulled out of that for a time here and there and in bits and pieces (not when Josephine was ruling fashion from France, however--those dangerous little white dresses of hers were killing women from pneumonia in the northern climes, especially Russia and England and such).
But without question, fashion designers have dragged womanhood back down the back alleys with attention-getting, confining shoes, skirts, jackets, shirts, undergarments, everything. And the hypnotic effect of commercials and authoritative opinion does its job and women follow along in hoards.
Compare men's clothes to women's and it is no marvel that it has taken--is taking--women so long to get from metaphoric point A to point B socially, culturally, politically and economically.