Women can you flaunt too much

An older male work colleague rang to tell me about the article and claimed Arndt was spot on the money:. If the woman is in her 20s, she only wants other men in their 20s and 30s looking at them.

Anyone above that age, overweight or not within their 'standards' staring at their chest comes across as creepy, weird and unwanted. You just want to have her. But it doesn't mean you want a relationship with her.

Not at all. It just means you're going to definitely ask her out and then see if you can have some fun together. Herald reader Dom Archie concurs and writes this: "Just met a girl in the bank yesterday in home loans.

Wore a low cut revealing top and yes I asked her out. She gets asked out all the time, has a partner but wears clothing that is going to get any man's attention. Enhanced breasts even more so. So girls, 'reap what you sow', enjoy the attention. Your anger says more about you than the person whose eyes were attracted by your charms.

If they think that their breasts will pull Mr Right - then perhaps, just perhaps, they will get the wrong Mr Right. I have been in meetings with women exposing large areas of their breasts, and have explained the situation I find myself in and where would they like me to look - at the floor or the ceiling. Women know exactly what they are doing when they dress this way. Many of the women I polled for this story say they are extremely self-conscious when it comes to cleavage of their own.

Flat-chested women, especially in a sun-drenched country like ours , know all too well about the pains of having to go to the beach and compete with the ample-breasted women flouncing their double Ds as the men gawk, ogle and stare, ignoring the fact that the flat-chested femmes even exist. No men call you sexy, and you definitely don't get any wolf whistles. It brings down your entire self-esteem. These are the core obsessions that drive our newsroom—defining topics of seismic importance to the global economy.

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And yet, we have to do it for our careers in this imperfect world where it is considered important. People do need the lubrication of small talk when at parties and events. It seems shallow and tedious to most of the women I meet, but more often, it actually helps build some great friendships and professional equations. I was recently at an internal company sales conference at a firm where I consulted where I met a number of people from other countries and other companies for the first time.

I remember meeting a young something from a leading retail store in India, which has its head office in Mumbai. He came and introduced himself and a woman colleague of his. He shook my hand and asked me what I did. I told him. We must talk about doing something together. We should talk, you never know. I was impressed. And what did the young woman do? She just stood at his side and smiled.

This syndrome of women staying in the background bothers me. En route to a conference recently, I was sharing a ride with an attendee. I asked him who the interesting people at the conference were. He rattled off the names of many men and maybe one woman.

They do not have much to say. It was a PR conference after all. But soon I realized that what he had said was true.

I always feel better about my body and wearing low cut or form fitting dresses, when I've been working out. Your whole body image changes and I even find my walk changes. I get really peeved when women like Carol Vorderman are scrutinized so much and suffer from pressure to look a certain way on television.

I think you should be happy with what you have. Emma-Louise Johnston 34 is a journalist and TV presenter. She lives in Maghera with her husband Jonathan Crawford and their baby daughter Emily.

I hate having too much cleavage on show and looking back I can see how many times I've done it — it's making me cringe slightly. I'm just not comfortable with showing massive cleavage. There are a couple of times I've shown off a lot. Once was a dress that my husband bought for me at a charity auction. It's a beautiful blue designer dress by Jenny Packham but very low cut. I have to admit, though, I recently had it altered so a piece of the lining was used to cover up the neckline a bit.

Last year, I presented an awards ceremony at the Culloden Hotel. I was pregnant and bought the dress a week before. I didn't try it on again until the night I was at the Culloden and I was horrified. My chest had got bigger as it does when you're pregnant.

I couldn't even wear a wrap over it because I was presenting. It's at awards or events like that that my mum or friend or husband will tell me to put my hand down because I'm covering my chest up — that or take off my wrap which sometimes I don't do. I've seen the photos of Carol Vorderman and I think her dress and her figure are amazing — she looks gorgeous. I just don't think someone that age should be showing off so much flesh which I know is a contradiction.

Sometimes less is more. I look for the most beautiful dress, not the one that shows the most cleavage. If it happens to look like that when you put it on then so be it. The line between women of a certain vintage carrying off the plunging bombshell look and denying the local drag community their legacy is fragile and sketchy.

That said, female perceptions of the male mindset tend to be brutally truthful — we like cleavage. If we're lucky, cleavage will like us. Whether executed in the space of an evening, or over several months, this is the truth — it's in our nature.

If you don't like it, Outer Mongolia is currently hiring shepherds. Awards season fills the pages of every glossy magazine with endless pictures of women we'd forgotten that we'd forgotten about. The red carpet is a happy hunting ground for the paparazzi looking for the latest faux pas or the cougar who's just managed to squeeze another year of sexiness into their dress.

Yet the pictures are pored over — more so by women — in an endless game of contrast and compare. But is there a set-in-stone rule to when older women should hang up the plunging dress? And when does the cleavage suddenly become more off-putting than appealing?

Vorderman has a great body, is ageing more slowly than current economic growth and is still absolutely cracker at maths.

So what's the difference between her wearing a plunging dress and current fave model Rosie Huntington-Whitely wearing one? Take my word for it on this one. For the younger male, the appeal of a plus lady of the night wearing nothing but two paper doilies and a free bus pass to cover her modesty is confined solely to the dark, perverse and unfathomable reaches of Wayne Rooney's dome. And I'm sure young women and probably old ones too have the same views on our Peter Stringfellow types.

Yet a dander down Shaftesbury Square on a Saturday night will reveal that the Zoolander-in-a-Zimmer-frame species is alive and well. Vorderman's still got it, but nothing reeks of despondent neediness like a celebrity of days gone by in a last ditch double pronged attack on the gossip pages. Or the hope of a spot on Celebrity Big Brother. As many men well attest to, nothing's unsexier than the look of desperation. Women: Can you flaunt too much cleavage? Charley Gallay. Actress Christina Hendricks Larry Busacca.