Sleeves are awful - they're either non existent on so called workwear (sorry, in exactly what professional environment is it appropriate to see my armpits and bra?) or godawful 3/4 that actually means 'we decided to skimp on the fabric and do a crappy tight stitched gather job instead of finishing it properly or giving you enough fabric to push it to your elbow'.
Necklines - nobody wants to see the gap between my tits. NOBODY. And I might just spontaneously combust with the frills, flaps, ties, bows, strings, ruffles and kerfuffle all around my throat if I don't want to get my tits out for the office.
Flounces and tiers, uneven hemlines (like fuck is it waterfall, handkerchief, curved up like you're wearing an old man's nightshirt or whatever you call it. You mean 'we can't be arsed to pay for a straight seam'. Piss off with your assumption that everybody also wants splits and shit when they've looked for something below the knee. After all, the only other choice would seemingly be barely covering one's arsecheeks and I'm way past the stage where I'm going to wear something that requires a full leg and bikini wax before setting foot in a public space.
And pattern. Seriously, just FUCK OFF NOW with the ditzy floral and animal print.
I just want to cover what I want to cover (which is pretty much all of it), not get a migraine from a pattern shrieking at me and look relatively respectable for work. I found one frock two years ago. One. And that's black - looks bloody marvellous on, but I can't wear just one black frock every day for the next two decades (although it is, like everything that isn't a crumpled mess in ten seconds after ironing for hours - oh, sorry, I mean 'high in linen' - entirely synthetic).