The Promiscuous and Indignant

There's something that's bothered me for the full extent of my consciousness. It's not fat people who wallow in self-pity about their inability to change, although that would definitely be on the radar. I'm talking about those obvious gems of moral conviction and personal legitimacy who choose to dress like Body Saleswomen (I'll leave that up to interpretation) everywhere, with everyone, all the time.
I'm certain that everyone, everywhere all the time has run into this kind of girl. Her garments are always revealing to the point where you wonder if they qualify more accurately as outer garb or as conveniently placed scraps of cloth. She's disguised her face with more oils and paints than the average clown. Her hair is probably dyed several different shades of blonde.
So, you tell me. What message is our lady friend trying to send?
"Hi, I'm here to teach you about the dangers of being a licentious woman in a world where men who will take advantage of that are a dime a dozen!"
or....
"@%^& me now, Dude."
If that's your thing, so be it. You can preach life-changing philosophy advice to youngsters or act like a sexual addict, and more power to you. But this is what bothers me: The nerd nearby ogling aforementioned girl isn't quite enough of a stud. So Skinny, Bespetacled, and Curly gets this...
"Hey, pervert. What are you looking at?"
"My face is up here, jackass."
"What do you think I am, some sex object?"
"Never seen a woman up close, huh? Let's keep it that way."
Enough of the hypocrisy. I'm fine with you expressing yourself in whatever way satisfies your inner tramp. But don't act like a douchebag when someone who doesn't measure up to your standards acts in exactly the expected manner.
Just as advice, though... unless you're finding it fiscally profitable, keep the scant regalia to yourself and whoever you choose to associate with. Frankly, It's a chore communicating with someone who knows what they want, but acts offended when it occurs.