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I’m sipping a dry Chablis as I ruminate on the nature of leggings.
I live in DC and am a frequent bus rider. Those of us fortunate enough to get a seat are afforded a panorama of derrières of varying sizes all at eye level.
I am well into my second year of ridership so I feel qualified to share my observations. Leggings or tights. They’re now worn by a variety of ages of women from all walks of life.
Did you know Mary Tyler Moore was a pioneer, an early wearer of pants on The Dick Van Dyke Show? They were intentionally designed not to cup her fanny. We’ve come a long way from there. Since then, pants, leggings and tights have become a bit of a slippery slope.
Sure tights were worn by men in the 1500s, but in more modern times tights primarily were worn under tutus by lithe ballet dancers and then eventually by women in exercise classes, layered with leotards and of course leg warmers.
Along came jeggings, skintight leggings pretending to be jeans. Now leggings have been accepted completely as wearing pants. The derrière requires no cover-up, cheeks can bounce along the sidewalk, the world effortlessly observing if the wearers are donning granny underpants, bikinis or thongs.
Now, I’m not being judgmental; people can dress however they want. But as a rule of thumb, this is my modus operandi: when deciding for myself what looks good on me, I stand in front of a full-length mirror and if I can count five or more visible ass dimples, no leggings for me.
Each and everyone of us can make that fashion decision for ourselves. I’ll just wait for the next trend to come along.
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