I have a penchant for historical novels, including my guilty pleasure the romance novel.
But please don't lecture me on it, I fully understand the crap that fills those stories. That's why I get them at the library and try to avoid buying them.
As I lay in bed last night, reading the latest library rental, I had a thought.
What the heck happened to fashion?!
In some ways there has been a role reversal. Men wore tighter fitting trousers, versus their much baggier counterparts today. Women went from concealing to exposing pretty much as much as possible, either skin or shape.
Women, I think we lost out. Think about it.
A couple centuries ago we could turn a man on by showing our ankles. And they could never really tell the size of our thighs because of our skirts.
Now girls/women are wearing tighter, skimpier clothing to get attention.
Oh, sure. I value being able to ride astride a horse and take part in athletic activities beyond the occasional stroll through a park. I am also not sad that I don't have to deal with hoop skirts, corsets, or intricate updos.
But I am pretty sure no man has looked at my ankles and thought, "I'm not sure I can keep my hands off her."
Maybe I'm wrong.