flipping through a special prom issue of Seventeen magazine with a straight male friend of mine the other day at work. we were both disturbed by the hoochie-ness of most of the dresses ("not my daughter!") as well as the rail-thin arms of many of these girls ("she needs a sandwich!"), but our differing reactions to the color of one dress was interesting to me:
"red. i don't like it. it screams, i need attention."
"or...it says, i'm not afraid to be seen."