Precisely.  I cannot condone the hyper-sexualization of young girls' clothing these days.  It really upsets me.  Probably in much the same way it upset my parents when I walked around at the age of 11 dressed like Madonna singing, "Like a virgin, touched for the very first time..."  I got a lot of "you are not going out of the house in that young lady!"  But it was FUN! ;)

Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

Great comment, NN. The beginning reminds me of Crumb's American history strip, the one that begins with a log cabin in beautiful natural surroundings and finishes...

The last paragraph, uh, reminds me of me, 1969. For the jeans swap royal blue velvet flares, then a beige satin shirt with kind of mutton sleeves and a huge collar, a shaggy goatskin (? maybe) sleeveless jacket I bought second-hand, shoulder-length hair and beard. Keeping one's mouth shut is good policy.

When locusts move on, they leave nothing behind

I remember turning up to visit the folks once, I'd hitched back from god knows where, dressed head to foot in denim, the back panel painted with the cover of a long lost 1970's comic. the sides of my head were shaved, the back of my hair dreadlocked down to my arse. the whole confection bleached blonde then died to pillar-box red. As I walked through the door, I heard a shriek from my mother and then had fifteen minutes of observations on my new (to her) hairstyle. at the end of this I thought the best approach was to visit friends and re approach the situation when she'd had the chance to get used to the idea the next day.

The next day I came back, opened the door to find not just my mother, but also my grandmother sitting there. "Oh shit", I thought, and my mother turned to my grannie and said "What do you think of what he's done to his hair" and my grandmother replied "Well I remember you with a beehive hairdo, it's no worse than that"  How to instantly become favourite elderly relative.

Life should consist in at least fifty percent pure waste of time, and the rest doing what you please.

NearlyNormal:

y recollection of cars from the 60's and 70's at least, is that they were much louder than they are today.

And as for planes.....

We tend to forget the absolutely mind-buggering noise of a 707 taking off....