fashion police

I almost got in a fight with an old lady a few minutes ago. She was complaining about the clothing of a few of my interns. Tight pants. Gaps between shirts and pants. Showing off small of the back tattoos. Nothing that I find out of the ordinary, but things that offend her, that she says provoke the clientele into harrassing these women. I told her that I do talk about dresscode with everyone here, that we discuss how tanktops are inappropriate, that you shouldn't wear anything here that you wouldn't want your grandma to see you in. And a few ladies seem to enjoy the tight revealing clothes & since I greet them as they walk through the door, still wearing parkas, I don't catch it.

The old woman was a long-time volunteer who was angry about seeing such things. Choice quotes: "maybe the state shouldn't be funding this program; it doesn't look like people are learning anything." & "I know women never deserve to be raped, but with the way they dress sometimes. . . " So angry. So angry.

I hate enforcing rules that I don't agree with, but now I get to. I now have to make regular rounds, checking up on my volunteers' attire, ensuring that they aren't baring what they shouldn't.

god, I need a new job. . .