November 18, 2003

I read a book long long ago (sci-fi) where the commoners could not wear clothes. Only the 'citizens' could possess them. It was interesting the way that attitudes were completely reversed.

Wearing clothing was considered very sexy while nakedness was dull.

My freshman year at FSU began in the fall of 1967. It was the first time we FSU Ladies could wear slacks at any time on campus, but we still wore dresses to classes, anyway. That's just the way we were raised, to be Florida State University Young Ladies. But we freshmen women wore slacks to the first bon-fire football pep rally. I'll never forget the looks of disdain we got from the upper-class females. Those looks were so powerful that I don't even remember seeing one good-looking guy there that night.

I wore a dress hemmed just at the middle of my knee-cap, a matching jacket with 3/4 sleeves, nylon stockings and high heels to the football game, and I was not over-dressed for the ocassion.

Have we come a long way, baby?

I do remember the mini-skirted dresses I wore from the next year on, though. By the beginning of my third year, some bra's had been burned.

What a cultural shock that was at FSU.

I find the "slut" look of today a complete turn-off.

Add a few tattos to the mix, and I'm really glad I'm married.

New cloth, old cloth, it's the same old evil beneath.