It's the thigh high stockings...yeah that's it.
Peter
The invention of the pantihose was the ending of natural (as in non-specialist purchase) allure as provided, in daily and unassuming manner, by the stocking. There are not words to describe the loss to womankind that that single, cursed invention of comfort-before-function presented. Fully-fashioned, as in stocking if not jersey, was also a retrogressive step in that the eye-magnet of a perfectly aligned seam was relegated to memory. It's not by accident that the glamour and entertainment industries have persisted in the cult of the stocking, the seam and the belt, delightful accessories to which, before 60s madness, every young lady (and her mother) had a perfectly normal right of accession.
As I often sigh: things have definitely improved without getting at all better.
On a depressing note: the bimbo in the shot was amost certainly wearing the same unfortunate garment below her thicker layer.
As I wrote in another post this morning: hang Cartier from the ears of a pig...
I feel much happier now that I have had my little attempt to save womankind before it's too late! It still has to defeat the Manifest of the Sorority of the Ugly Sisters, but it'll come, it'll come. Generations also to come depend on it!
I checked the room temperature when I crawled out of my pit this morning, and it read 61°F; no wonder I believe myself to be freezing to death in what those not here think of as Mediterranean heat.
Rob C
