Highly probably a few did snap photos of the guy wearing a skirt. It now moves to the point where the real threat cross-section analysis happens -- and usually that cross-section is pretty small.oldsalt1 wrote:I think what I did in the city was a major step for me . I wouldn't be shocked if some of the tourists took my picture.
The "nightmare scenario" is, of course, that you'll wind up getting featured in some large metropolitan newspaper that all your colleagues read, but what are the odds of that, really? They're vanishingly small. Big-market papers have better stories to publish to bring in advertising-revenue than pieces about guys who challenge fashion and style norms. Mayhem, murder, and sex are vastly more lucrative subjects.
The most likely scenario is that some teenager with little better to do snaps a pic' of you and posts it on her/his Farcebook wall with some inane commentary. What are the odds that anybody close to you -- even within 3 degrees of separation -- is likely to read that individual's blog? Realistic pondering puts the odds of that in the tens of thousands to one. Even if the photo gets moderately widely circulated, it'll never get connected to your name which is how your colleagues are going to know you (and you'd be amazed at how bad people are with faces when those faces are outside of the familiar context.
Indeed. I've reviewed skirts on suppliers' sites before, including stating that I'm a guy, but have kept things focused on the content as it applies to the piece in question and not playing on my gender. It's not that big of a deal. What are the odds that a (male) client is going to be reading the review anyway, and if the reader is the woman partner of a client that they'll recognise the particulars.But what you did going on a site and actually posting a picture and comments about your skirt took on great big pair. Kudos to you
Methinks we're way too focused on what could, just maybe, perhaps, go wrong than we should be. If you get recognised on the street, close, greet, proffer a hand, and chat nonchalantly like nothing is out of the ordinary -- because it isn't out of the ordinary for you.