To the Girl in EveryWoman
8 October 2007
I saw a girl at the mall on a date. She was about sixteen and she was wearing mauve-blue lace undies over her pajamas.
I know this because a couple of inches of lace showed above the flannel tartan, baggy-legged jim-jams that sat several inches below her pierced belly button.
On top she wore one of those tiny, but somewhat loose, spaghetti strap tees without a bra - pert bosoms and nipples standing erect.
Picture lots of exposed skin in between the barely-there top and the drooping-southward bottoms. Oh, the piece d’ resistance: on her feet, pink fluffy Uggs! Arghhhh!
So I sound like your mother, probably her mother, more like it. Whatever, read on …
The boy date seemed nonplussed by the bedroom-to-mall look. Presumably he thought it cool and no doubt totally hot - I mean the easy access to all her bits (except her wooly covered feet) had to be a turn on. But maybe not, because maybe he was gay!
The only way that girl stood a chance of not having her boy date wrestle aggressively at some point with all her parts and pieces is if he was gay!
Gawd, I do sound like someone’s mother. Well, I guess I am old enough to be the pajama girl’s mother, perhaps that’s why I reacted with: Is she nuts? Does she have any idea that that outfit is a sexually explicit come-on?
I remember when I was fourteen with budding breasts. Frank, Beaty, Sara and me were at the beach cottage and one evening, I decided to wear a cheesecloth top (yes it was the 70’s). Under the cheesecloth, I chose to go braless, also very 70’s.
Beaty had a pink fit when she saw me, well, when she saw my nipples through the cheesecloth, that is. She whisked me into my bedroom and had me put on my 32A bra immediately. No discussion. Apparently my nipples were a non-negotiable adjunct to our family dinner out.
Despite that it was a humiliating moment in the mother/daughter merry-go-round it was nevertheless ripe with womanly wisdom, the kind that took me years to decipher (given that there was no discussion about it).
Implicit in Beaty’s reaction was the message, I love and care about you and your young body, a precious vessel that does not need to be unnecessarily exposed and flaunted in order for its beauty to be recognized.
Do you think pajama girl would’ve slugged me if I’d approached her and said something along those lines? Probably.
Still, it’s an important message for every woman who mistakenly believes her feminine appeal is solely dependent on the amount of flesh and nipple she reveals.
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