I pondered and stewed for a little while and then made the following brain dump:
Okay so ...I'm going to ramble a bit, which is why I'm putting this here instead of into a comment on the original post that inspired it. I have... Opinions... and out of respect I don't want to do a brain dump there. I'm going to try and keep this as tactful as I can though.
When the question is asked of a person who is not dressed to your personal tastes (ex: miniskirts, showing skin) 'don't they have any self-respect', it suggests that person should place your perception of them higher in value to their actual self-worth, self-respect and self-confidence.
No one should be held responsible for another person's actions, reactions or opinions. "Don't you have any self respect" is a short step from "Boys can't concentrate when your shoulders are bare/you wear those leggings." (Reminder: a girl's right to an education is not tied to her appearance) and an even shorter, dangerous step away from "Clearly you were asking for it." (Reminder: NOBODY IS "ASKING FOR IT".)
Imagine if the reverse happened, and someone asked a more covered up person "You don't show any skin, don't you have any self respect/confidence??" It would make you angry that they had judged someone trying to live what you perceive as their best life. It sounds ridiculous, but it's not. It happens. I can guarantee if you gather a mixed group of people in various states of scantily clad and modest clothing, more than half of them would have some level of either body dysmorphia, low self esteem and low self worth, and just as guaranteed they will NOT all be the ones dressed on the skimpier side. And every single one of them has been asked this question "Don't you have any self-worth/self-respect/self-confidence?" (FYI that's like being kicked in the gut when you already don't have confidence, and it pisses off the ones that do.)
My suggestions is, instead of using your opinions to condemn another person based on surface information and the 'first impression' mythos, say to yourself "Well that's not to my taste, but it's not for me to judge."
Nobody should be forced to place another person's opinion higher in importance to their own self-perception, self-confidence or bodily autonomy (which includes choosing how to dress). Especially if they are young and still impressionable and struggling to make sense of the world and their special place in it.
I am very liberal, I believe in a woman's right to choose, the right of consent and refusal and bodily autonomy.
So that said... I believe Biden is a creeper, whether he realizes or admits it to himself.
And with THAT said... if you are calling out and condemning Biden for being a creepy touchy-feely person and you gave the current President a pass for a veritable laundry list of appalling behavior and attitudes toward women... you're exhibiting strong hypocritical tendencies, and I hope you can re-examine your standpoint from a much more informed place now.
ETA: The 'oh he's from another time' argument underlines the need for the conversation about consent. It has to be said because 'in another time' it wasn't, and people had no recourse but to be groped, molested, assaulted and/or raped.... OR risk jobs, community standing, reputation or their life. Anyone still lingering 'from another time' who's even contemplating taking the highest seat in our government needs to be phased out. That time is gone.
Two spell slots and you have to continuously juggle which tasks you can accomplish. Especially when you're shoving 2 jobs into one space.
Work and... cook food. Work and... take a shower. Work and... empty the trash/catbox. Work and... deal with bills. Work and... try not to break down in public over exhaustion/grief/stress/anxiety/depression/pain. The pain is just a persistent fog over spellcasting/film on the spoons. Regular daily activities like getting to and from work, going to the bathroom, getting ready for bed have to fit into the second space.
It doesn't really work well, but it is what it is.
I got to say goodbye with his furry body in my arms, his head in my hand, petting those sweet little stripes on his nose and by his eyes.
He was sweet and sassy, goofy, playful. He was the best ambassador, the best big and little brother. He was a curmudgeon, a kitten at heart. He was bold, once getting out in Shere in England for at least an hour, forcing Lynette and I to look all over town for him (until he turned up calm as can be in the backyard). He befriended everyone, he inspired anyone who met him to love him. Including strangers, people on the street in a foreign land would spy him through my window. One woman knocked on the door and asked to pet him, which I allowed. She then asked to hold him, which I did NOT. He was Gus' little brother, traveling buddy, yin yang cuddle partner. He was Newt's big brother, mentor of stripeyness, occasional pacifier.
He was my OG Stripeybutt, the Stripeinator, my Bubbaloo.
He taught me full bravery - run outside even if it's scary and you want to go back in right away.
He taught me it's okay to be a homebody, to burrow under the blankets and let the world go by on its own.
He taught me first impressions don't always matter, sometimes the psychotic kitten biting your tail is your next best friend waiting to happen.
I will miss that doofus treading my hair at 5 am, burrowing under the blankets behind my knees, begging for gooshyfood. His chirpy high meow. His magnificent, deep purr.
Galileo Skye, born January 25th 2003, passed to be with Gus and Hal March 11, 2019.