I agree with the idea that there's a lot of insecurity involved in the hostility women sometimes extend to each other. Sadly, I've seen it coming from a very dear friend - not directed at me, but at every other woman - be they someone walking down the street or an actress on screen - who wasn't part of her close circle of friends. If I hadn't known how deeply insecure she was about body issues, I wouldn't have known where the cattiness about everyone else was coming from.
I can only really recall one incident where I consciously donned clothing as an armour. And yes, in defense against other women! I'd been called in for a one-on-one office conference by my boss, and was broadsided by some vicious, untrue allegations that two female colleagues had made against me. Fortunately my boss was quite aware of the characters of all involved, and she took my side and promised the situation would be resolved. I left the office, and as I passed them, the women involved would have seen I had puffy eyes. They probably thought I'd resigned on the spot, or at least had received a stern warning.
Instead, I went for a long and glorious shop. The next day, I walked in with shoulders back and a new outfit from head to toe. Nice pumps, nice slacks, nice little short sleeved sweater, immaculate makeup and hair. They were gobsmacked.
Soon after, the boss was as good as her word and transferred me to another section where I worked with a very pleasant colleague.
If I'm a bit down I'll use clothes as a bolster - I have a red velvet dress that is a bit dressy for work, but I'll don it anyway. Or one of my more elaborate necklaces with a simple top. And my favourite 1920s top never fails to comfort.
I can only really recall one incident where I consciously donned clothing as an armour. And yes, in defense against other women! I'd been called in for a one-on-one office conference by my boss, and was broadsided by some vicious, untrue allegations that two female colleagues had made against me. Fortunately my boss was quite aware of the characters of all involved, and she took my side and promised the situation would be resolved. I left the office, and as I passed them, the women involved would have seen I had puffy eyes. They probably thought I'd resigned on the spot, or at least had received a stern warning.
Instead, I went for a long and glorious shop. The next day, I walked in with shoulders back and a new outfit from head to toe. Nice pumps, nice slacks, nice little short sleeved sweater, immaculate makeup and hair. They were gobsmacked.
Soon after, the boss was as good as her word and transferred me to another section where I worked with a very pleasant colleague.
If I'm a bit down I'll use clothes as a bolster - I have a red velvet dress that is a bit dressy for work, but I'll don it anyway. Or one of my more elaborate necklaces with a simple top. And my favourite 1920s top never fails to comfort.