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We decided she and her companion were on a first date.
“How are they doing?” asked my husband, who couldn’t glance their way as sneakily as I could. (We, old-marrieds, often try to send good vibes to people on awkward first dates in restaurants.)
“She looks super-uncomfortable,” I reported. She hunched over, as if she were trying to fold up on herself, her back exposed, her legs pressed tightly together.
Unlike her date, who wore khakis, she was, my husband pointed out, half-naked and probably cold. She also had a hard time walking in her shoes.
I have always been anti-dress. Yes, I’ll wear one if I have to (to a wedding, for example), but I find dresses and skirts and their accompanying shoes to be uncomfortable and impractical. I wonder about the parochial schools that, to this day, insist that girls wear skirts as part of their uniforms, claiming they are more “modest.” Meanwhile, the girls wear bicycle shorts under those skirts so they don’t have to worry about exposing their underpants.
I was surprised to learn that, according to this Wikipedia entry, it wasn’t until 1972 that it became illegal for public schools to require girls to wear dresses, well within my lifetime.
Sure, once, both genders wore dress-like garments, like togas, but that was because they didn’t have the means to make more complicated clothes. Some point out that dresses made it easier for a woman living in the wilderness to relieve herself, but, I ask you, when was the last time you had to pee outside?
My little-kid self was right: dresses suck.