Admittedly, I have a great wardrobe. In my 50s, I have had the health and the budget to shop for clothes as desired. Today’s outfit has some of my favorite things: a Saint Laurent sheet v-neck black t-shirt (bought on sale at the boutique in Vancouver last June); a Balenciaga skirt (outlet store, Cabazon); Wolford tights (Beverly Hills store); Ferragamo boots (I loved the style so much I bought my first pair full price end of 2014 then a second pair at half off a year later); Chanel jacket (second hand, consignment store); and an Hermès red Kellybag (the proce is only justifiable if you’re debating between paying legal fees to fight something you don’t think is fair or “sucking it up” — I chose the purse).

So these purchases — and many more — give me the “credentials” to opine about the Fashion page in the front section of The New York Times. Eating breakfast I see these photos and I am offended: the clothing — top designers — does not flatter a woman and will cost alot of money. And it is modeled by girls — not women.

In general, my visceral reaction is offended. You want me to spend alot of money to look awful? To cover up? To possible minimize my attractiveness so I don’t offend anyone or whatever? I don’t like to be diminished. For me, actually, it’s negating the woman. And I don’t like seeing in a top newspaper that this kind of look is possibly something aspire to.

So, no, not buying it.