Two Sun writers debate whether women should ‘dress for their men’ — as Miranda Kerr reveals she ‘puts a nice dress on’ to cook for her billionaire husband
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MODEL Miranda Kerr spends her life dressing up for photoshoots . . . but there’s no slipping into her scruffs when she gets home.
Married to Snapchat billionaire Evan Spiegel, she told The Edit magazine: “My grandma taught me that men are visual and you need to make a little effort.
"When Evan comes home, I make sure to have a nice dress on and candles lit.”
"But should women really dress up to please their man?
Here, two writers battle it out . . .
Yes
Says writer and broadcaster Samantha Brick
PUSH most blokes on where they’d like to see their wives when they get in from a hard at work – and it isn’t where the female head honchos or PC feminists reckon we should be.
Contrary to the cliché-riddled female empowerment manuals knocked out by the likes of Sheryl Sandberg and Caitlin Moran, your beloved does not want you to arrive home late and stressed after you’ve been busting someone’s balls in the office, or slobbed out in your favourite onesie in front of the telly.
Give a bloke a truth pill and I guarantee he’ll admit that he’d love his woman in the kitchen, looking glamorous while prepping his favourite meal.
It shouldn’t be a newsflash that most chaps would prefer their wives to cook and be easy on the eye.
But in our barmy politically correct era, men aren’t allowed to express such feelings.
And if you’re of the fairer sex and you quite like spoiling your hubby, you risk being dismissed as a wannabe Stepford Wife.
Yet I completely agree with Miranda Kerr when she announced that “I slip into my feminine” at home.
I too adore wearing pretty clothes, applying some red lippy and love having dinner ready for my husband when he walks through the door.
While feminists might want to set about me with their much-loved copy of Germaine Greer’s The Female Eunuch, the truth is men and women are different.
I live in France where it’s the norm for women to make an effort for their husbands.
Women across the Channel have higher feminine standards.
Looking good and spoiling your other half rotten isn’t the behaviour of a doormat. Rather, it tells him: “I love you and I value your opinion of me.”
Ladies, if you treat your chap like a flatmate rather than a God, then you’ll only have yourself to blame when he finds a Goddess who recognises the steal that he is.
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No
Says Fabulous Daily editor Joely Chilcott
SORRY Miranda, but I just don’t buy your “perfect housewife” outlook.
Firstly, you are married to a billionaire. Your spotless LA mansion means you have all the time in the world to get dressed up and cook dinner for your hard-working husband.
Let me give you a reality check.
The majority of us mere mortals have spent the day skipping a lunch break at work to ensure we can leave on time. Or on the school run, trying to juggle playdates and homework. Or both.
Then we return home to an ironing pile to rival the Shard and a Post-It note on the fridge reminding us to buy milk.
So when exactly am I supposed to find the time – or the inclination – to dress up for my other half on a rainy Tuesday?
Secondly, why on earth should I be the only one to “make an effort” when men are just as capable of cooking dinner and lighting a bloody candle?
Men and women should share responsibilities, not put all the onus on us to keep the spark in a relationship. All I can do is roll my eyes, sigh and remind Miranda that it is 2017.
Don’t get me wrong, I love to get dressed up. And who doesn’t love a compliment from their other half?
But the very idea that I should “slip into my feminine” – as she apparently said – every evening makes me want to gag. And I’m not entirely sure what it even means.
I assume I should flutter my eyelashes as I put dinner on the table and watch my boyfriend lovingly while he eats his home-cooked meal.
The very idea that successful women should be the boss at work and then come home to play the submissive wife is wildly offensive.
The idea that women can keep up this pretence comes straight from the Fifties Housewife handbook.
I won’t be taking Miranda’s advice any time soon.
Besides, I get in later than my other half. And I can’t cook. What a terrible girlfriend I am.