There was a time, in my time, when the female butt was draped, hidden, protected, disguised, enhanced, cared for… by skirts.
Pleated, full, bias-cut.
Sheathed, darted and flared.
A-lined or gored.
Inverted tulip.
Maxi or cocktail-length.
Short, shorter, mini.
The right skirt for the right butt for the right occasion and all was well with the world.
Pants…ah, that’s a whole different story.
Don’t get me wrong. I love wearing pants. I prefer pants.
I embrace and am forever grateful for our hard-won right to wear pants.
“Woman will never hold her true position, until, by a firm muscle and a steady nerve, she can maintain the RIGHTS she claims…but she cannot make the first move…until she casts away her swaddling clothes.” (The Sibyl, February 1857)
I feel safe in pants.
Apparently we all feel safe in pants. Any style. Any place. Any time.
Could one actually drown in a sea of bad pants?
vivinolavita 