My roommate and I go to a movie theatre on Main Street every weekend. This theatre is not the Strand, though. We sit on the grass across the street from Spuds and watch people. We call it “The Movie of Main Street.”

You may think that this movie gets boring easily. Who in their right mind would rather sit and watch people, instead of walking along Main Street with everyone else? While we understand how weird we might look, wearing sweatpants, sitting on blankets, and eating $1 pierogies from Spuds, you have to trust me when I say that this movie never gets boring.

You’d be surprised how much action happens between 11:30 p.m. and 2 a.m. In the past two weekends, we have witnessed fights (between girlfriend and boyfriend, two or more men, and women bickering with each other), make-out sessions where people don’t think others are looking (we actually are), cops questioning innocent and not-so-innocent people on the street, and a fight that escaladed into the street. “The Movie of Main Street” sometimes sees just as much action as the new Fast and the Furious movie.

But those action scenes are not the content I am here to talk about. Like plenty of you know, Main Street would not be complete without females. These women walk up and down the street wearing their finest going-out outfits. And, unfortunately, these outfits regularly consist of short skirts, tight tops, baring dresses, sky-high heels, and other flashy material. To be honest, I am getting sick of seeing these women – most of which look physically uncomfortable themselves – walk as seductively as they can, and then getting angry when a man says something about their appearance. Women, you know what message you are sending these guys. Don’t act like you’re offended when someone tries to come home with you.

Look – I get it. I’m a 21-year-old female. I’ve been that girl before. I’ve worn the little black dress and three-inch heels. Sometimes, girls really just want to have fun, and dressing up and going to the bar or a party can be fun. But I don’t understand why some females feel the need just to dress up and walk up and down Main Street. What are they accomplishing there? Before you say that I’m making an assumption about these girls, I know I am not. When a group of girls walks by you one moment and then walks by you a second time not 20 minutes later, they are walking on Main Street just for the fun of walking on Main St. I’m sorry, but I don’t see the fun in that.

It’s one thing to sit down comfortably in sweatpants, a T-shirt, and flip-flops. It’s completely different to stumble up and down the street in heels, a tight dress, and way too much make-up on. Ask any female and she will tell you which one she prefers. But for the sake of the male readers, it’s the first scenario.

My solution is as follows: I think it’s quite acceptable for females to be walking on Main Street wearing their party outfits if they have a party to go to. If you’re 21, go to the Pub or Shorty’s for the night. If you’re not, I’m sure one of the hundreds of houses along Main Street are throwing a party that you could get into.

If you don’t have anywhere to go one night, don’t waste the time and energy getting dressed up. Try having a girl’s night at your dorm or in your apartment. Wear your shorts and hoodies, don’t put make-up on and watch a movie. The good thing about being in a college town is that there’s always the next weekend. Main Street is not going anywhere any time soon.

By Mary Pickett