Style over substance

While every woman of a certain age must be desirous of finding a suitable husband, how likely is it that a man will strike a woman from the list for a lack of style?

I use the word 'style' loosely. Coming from a desi male living in a loft in Manhattan, it is only understandable he confuses style with fashion. I believe men are far more superficial than women, and despite swathes of studies confirming my sexes genetic disposition towards shoes and handbags, I have yet to meet a woman (apart from peculiar English ones in their second bloom) who would fail to see beyond a pair of Gucci loafers. I will admit, that there may indeed be such women, but there seem to be more men littering the arena! I will also admit, that the propensity of being smug in the belief that they will change him is significantly greater amongst the female of the species. A compelling argument for why women are less obsessed about a suitable mans wardrobe. Why worry about something you will dispose of anyway? It's ironic to be part of a gender that's vilified for being superficial by the one that is clearly veneer deep.

Does a woman familiar with Vogue imply a better breeder? Or perhaps its the lure of designer babies? Does the desire to be surrounded by pretty things obliterate the potential for boredom? I like stylish men. Very much as a matter of fact. I could make a hobby of looking glamorous and going out in style with a man. But would I do it a second time if he bored me silly? Or if he came across lacking any generosity of spirit? or was devoid of principles? Assuredly not (I like saying that). Most assuredly not. One does not make a silk purse out of a sows ear, so why are men willing to trade in leather for rexine? Or is that what being metrosexual means and I'm just to jaded?

Its befuddles the mind to think that there are people who would discard an interesting companion for a pair of high heels, when it comes to defining 'suitability' for a mate. How do you sustain something that changes with the seasons? Is this trophy wife syndrome, to be encountered for those willing to throw in their hats for round two, or sheer stupidity? That's what you want to be able to say to your kids, "Aren't you proud of how superbly stylish Momma is?" (you can rest assured [it's the perfect word of the day!] that Round two will result in progeny, whether Daddy dearest likes it or not...). But what if it's not round two????

Style is eternal. Fashion is an accessory. People are strange.