The omnivorous male gaze has a way of sexualizing and objectifying a lump of shit on one's shoe, if it has no better distraction at the moment. Reclamation is so tricky. Even if words are taken back and redefined, they can still sting and cut coming from the wrong mouths. And even if the image of what woman supposedly should look like turns into empowered costuming with parody, intention, and fuck you interspersed, it can still be consumed by unwanted eyes in an unintended perspective, or defused as nothing more than unimaginative, opposite reaction to perceived structure/rules. Nothing can be done about eye of the beholder, but I still believe (ever the idealist) in the power of the wearer/presenter and their intent... the eye of the beholder cannot necessarily strip that away, though years of socialization may make one shaky/uncertain in the face of it.