The Pretty Little Hippie Chicks Are Grandmas Now.

[Divernan]

114. We had to pass a nun-review before going to formal dances.

Our dates had to take us to the convent, ostensibly so the nuns could see how pretty we looked in our formal wear - but actually, to enforce a no-cleavage rule! A box of kleenex was handy to tuck into any offending gaps! And of course, no patent leather shoes, which could reflect a view up our skirts! And no matter how slim we were, we had to wear these goddamned panty girdles to keep our nylons up (pre-pantyhose).

By the end of the 60's, I was flying coast to coast every year with 2 little kids (the first year, one was a babe-in-arms) to visit Grandma. I wore a skirted suit, silk blouse, high heels, and the aforesaid girdle. LA or San Francisco to BWI, changing planes in Atlanta. Carryons did not have rolling wheels; there were no baggage carts or moving walkways in the airports back then. Now I'm a senior citizen and I travel in a sweat suit with a backpack!