Pantyhose-less in A Nylon World – Day 92

Day 92
Listening to: You are the Sun, You are the Rain
Thought for the day: “Women want men, careers, money, children, friends, luxury, comfort, independence, freedom, respect, love, and a three-dollar pantyhose that won’t run.”  ~Phyllis Diller (RIP)

I wore a dress to work today which isn’t exactly a miraculous occurrence.  I wear dresses/skirts a lot.  I never wear pantyhose. In the winter I wear tights, but never pantyhose.  I HATE PANYTHOSE.  I know the Queen would not be amused, but I’m so out of touch with the rest of the working world that I have no clue if going pantyhose-less is a huge faux pas or not.  It isn’t where I work which is quite odd since DuPont invented Nylon, the bad boy that kicked silk stockings to the curb.

This morning, my bare legs and I ended up in a meeting.  I had plenty of time to observe their condition.  My stems are currently a wreck from the battle I had with the holly tree a scant two weeks ago.  The scratches might as well be in neon they are so ugly.   Being from the era when stockings, gloves, and hats were a requirement for a public outing, both of my grandmothers would probably be appalled by my lackadaisical approach to baring my legs in a proper public place.  I’m not.  Appalled that is.

Oddly enough, I stumbled across this ad in a 1954 DuPont employee magazine a few hours after I had the pantyhose diatribe in my head.  I felt kind of guilty after seeing it.  Basically it boils down to this: I am among the throngs of women who denounce the wearing of pantyhose.  We can be blamed for people losing their jobs.

Okay, I’m done with my guilt.  Whew.

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