Try a different dress
February 2, 2010
I realize before I write one word that this message is laced with futility, but at least it allows me a chance to speak my mind.
The photo of Miss Nevada that supported your article sparks this urge to comment, and I suspect that I should preface this with the admission that I am of a pre-war generation.
Born and reared in and around Los Angeles, I was exposed to modern times, a time when such events as pregnant teenagers was virtually unheard of, or at least I never heard of such a condition.
The girls then were best described as feminine and mostly modest, which is now a lost condition, and during those times the message to boys was “hands off.”
The current mode of appearance is one of exposing everything that distinguishes female from male, losing sight of the fact that they were all assembled from the same parts warehouse, and to that extent one is really no different than all of the others.
There is a difference though, it is termed “substance.”
After returning from WWII combat duty, and having challenged the UCLA faculty to educate me, the demons of war had in some measure been put aside as I then undertook gainful employment. I still had not given any thought to marriage, nor was I even considering it.
Well, one day while I was in the office, I saw this new girl who in time agreed to date me.
And during the course of these times, never once did I size her up physically. And to that extent I had no idea. She was obviously female, but the town was loaded with them.
In time, she took me into her home where I met her Hungarian born mother, and Austrian born father.
In that surrounding, I saw the values and substance that led me to consider marriage. We are now completing our 54th year as husband and wife, and she has justified my one condition – substance.
Miss Nevada evidently was not in the market for a dress of her size, and in fact it more nearly resembles the shortness that when seated would virtually expose that big thing that she sits on.
That is the modern female, plus the urge to expose the bosom. Too bad.
The female should be the most respected among us, given that hers is the most important of all tasks – bearing and rearing of the next generation.