In Her Words
Too Sexy for the Office
Her vampy style is sabotaging her career
I have this friend – let’s call her Matilda – who dresses completely wrong (dare I say, slutty) for her job at a top investment bank in New York City. Matilda is in her mid-30s, is in great shape and apparently has no problem being portrayed as a sex object.
She often appears at work wearing a tight miniskirt (well above the knee), a blouse that looks like it has been painted over her large – ahem, enhanced – breasts and at least three-inch heels, which sometimes cover her toes but more often show off her vixen-red pedicure.
Matilda works a long day in the bank’s operations division, but she also plays hard. Many a day she has called out sick when she’s really been extending her vacation in Bermuda.
She’s doing well salary-wise, but she hasn’t been promoted in three years and she recently turned down a job at an even stuffier bank because she knew she’d have to change her lifestyle – and, yes, her clothes.
When asked about career advancement, Matilda tells me: “I just want to get married and have kids.”
That hasn’t happened yet, so until it does, she has to stick it out in the career jungle. I can’t help but wonder why she deliberately chooses to sabotage her career and be a spectacle in the office. There are plenty of opportunities to dress sexily outside of the workplace; does she really think this strategy gives her a leg up over women in tweed pants?
Since she denies having career aspirations, I guess she is free to dress as she likes. But like many things, life doesn’t always go as we planned, and I hope Matilda smartens up and adds some Ann Taylor to her Girl’s Night Out wardrobe.