Yes, this is going to be yet another article on your newsfeed which jumps into the topic of sexualizing females.

No, I am not an extreme feminist who's goal is to persuade the world how all men are disrespectful, hormone-driven monsters on a mission to diminish the female psyche.

I am simply a college student who recently attended her first ever tailgate frat party and was shocked at what was required of me before I even got the chance of making it through the doors.

It was the first game of the season for the Florida State Seminoles and the excitement was almost tangible. With spirits high from the time the sun had risen that morning, everyone was ready to tailgate, eager to begin their drunk descend into the sea of garnet and gold. For me on the other hand, it was just an average day, never being a huge football fan, I didn't have anything planned, so never in a million years did I think I was going to attend a tailgate at a frat house. After much consideration, I decided that tagging along with a couple of my friends wouldn't be so bad; besides, I've never been to a frat party in general, so that was just one thing I could cross off my college bucket list.

I began getting ready for the tailgate, throwing on a favorite black mini skirt, which in my opinion was both cute and comfy AF, and a garnet V-neck shirt to show school colors. With hair done, and a light amount of makeup on, I was feeling rather good about my appearance, and I really took pride in the simple and good-looking outfit I had crafted for myself.

At this point, I was beginning to get excited, and the feeling of anticipation began to creep up my spine. Arriving at my friend's house for a small pre-game, I couldn't wait to show off my look and commence drinking into the day. As my friends looked me up and down for a good minute or so, I stood there waiting for a reaction from either one of them, something along the lines of "Dang girl! That looks great!", or "Yeah you look good, and the booze is on the table if you want to get started."

Yet, instead, the words that came out of their mouths made my jaw drop.

"Why is that skirt so long? You cannot wear that to the frat tailgate, they will not even let you in." Looking down at my skirt I could not see how it was 'too long', and I most certainly didn't understand why a bunch of drunk college students would care that much.

"You need to change that skirt. Here. You can borrow these shorts and a tank top." With every inch of my being so uncomfortable in my new outfit, I was persuaded into accepting the look-because apparently I need to show as much skin as possible, and be frat boy approved in order to tailgate for my college football game.

I wasn't even at the tailgate yet and my spirits were already crushed. All I wanted to do was go back home, put on a pair of sweats, and hang up what used to be my favorite skirt.

Once we arrived at the tailgate I did, in fact, notice that every female in attendance was wearing the world's shortest skirts, shirts, and shorts, with body parts hanging out in every direction. I am not trying to bash frat guys, but rather the morphed culture of sexualizing females that has been created within our society. I do not think it is right for females to have to dress a certain way, especially in a provocative way, in order to literally just have fun at a college party, and tailgate for a football game for crying out loud.

By the end of the day, everyone is either too drunk or exhausted to even remember what anyone was wearing or how much skin they were showing. Also, it's quite literally no one's business if you ask me. Why is sexualizing a female placed on a pedestal above everything else, and why have we let our culture get this rotten?

After this experience, I can confidently say I most likely will not be attending any more frat parties due to their strict dress code, and inability to distinguish between what matters, and what does not.