tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post1301653020753943239..comments2023-08-14T10:23:04.082-04:00Comments on My Green vermont: The Evil Passions Of MenEulalia Benejam Cobbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247079657985430691noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post-32356793322508133942013-01-12T19:39:08.665-05:002013-01-12T19:39:08.665-05:00Indeed, things have changed. I spent a lot of ene...Indeed, things have changed. I spent a lot of energy over many years covering up cleavage (remember those little triangles known in the US as "dickies"?). Now, as the song says, goodness knows, anything goes.... Eulalia Benejam Cobbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13247079657985430691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post-63797103755913809132013-01-12T18:56:05.235-05:002013-01-12T18:56:05.235-05:00I loved this. It made me realise how far we'v...I loved this. It made me realise how far we've come. I remember my mother living in skirts (and often bare legs) even in the middle of winter. (Now she doesn't even own a skirt!) Our school uniforms included skirts with bare legs and (in the winter) long socks, and eventually pantyhose. Boys weren't allowed to wear trousers in the winter until they were in senior school.<br /><br />Even 20 years ago, when I was a diplomat and meeting Prime Ministers etc etc, I remember rushing home from the office in Bangkok to change into a skirt for an official meeting. These days it wouldn't matter - I mean, pants are okay for Hillary Clinton, so they'd be okay for a junior diplomat.Malihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03928262526502319303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post-63454085957474697752013-01-10T21:52:59.185-05:002013-01-10T21:52:59.185-05:00Thank goodness, indeed!Thank goodness, indeed!Eulalia Benejam Cobbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13247079657985430691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post-8034186841777417582013-01-10T21:34:51.194-05:002013-01-10T21:34:51.194-05:00I was raised with some left over Dutch reformed my...I was raised with some left over Dutch reformed myths too that made no sense to me whatsoever. They seemed highly illogical to me who was such a sensible girl. They ended up giving me hang ups that took me some time to get over. Thank goodness feminism came around. Irenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05043376053971475659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post-38284487135980920082013-01-10T11:21:02.497-05:002013-01-10T11:21:02.497-05:00The spaghetti strap rule reminds me of my Alabama ...The spaghetti strap rule reminds me of my Alabama Catholic high school prom in the 60s. Strapless gowns were considered occasions of sin, and were forbidden.<br /><br />Oh, how well I remember those Kleenexes and the hair pins!Eulalia Benejam Cobbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13247079657985430691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post-44270112134573503692013-01-10T11:17:19.936-05:002013-01-10T11:17:19.936-05:00If only Adam had managed to "get a grip"...If only Adam had managed to "get a grip" instead of eating the apple and blaming the ensuing debacle on Eve!Eulalia Benejam Cobbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13247079657985430691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post-42130023262407973692013-01-10T10:40:07.680-05:002013-01-10T10:40:07.680-05:00The rules in Florida in the early 60's were a ...The rules in Florida in the early 60's were a little different. What I recall most was, no spaghetti straps in church, cover your head with a chapel veil (the round one) or if you forgot the veil, a box of tissues was in the ladies bathroom with a bowl of hairpins for your convenience. Oh, how many times I wore a Kleenex, folded in half the long way, and secured by two jet black hairpins on my light auburn tresses. It was so shameful! My mother wore a mantilla and I longed for the day that I would be adult enough to wear one too. My sisters and I snickered at the adult women walking into church with a Kleenex and black hairpins on their crowns. Momma would pinch us.Marty Watsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06299946612759066132noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226876762714358061.post-30452522814202329902013-01-10T10:22:06.297-05:002013-01-10T10:22:06.297-05:00fascinating and terrifying. girls were not allowed...fascinating and terrifying. girls were not allowed to wear trousers to school in duluth until high school. our bare legs froze in 20 below winters -- bare but for colored tights; we were also not allowed to wear nylons.<br /><br />i think one rule ("Men, get a grip!") instead of 20 would be much more efficient. And fair.lauriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18055442432266567561noreply@blogger.com