A news report came across my television screen recently. The headline was â€ś72 is the new 30.â€ť The premise of the report was that with all the advances in health care, housing, clean water supplies and the availability of food, human beings are living longer lives.
The next question should be, â€śBut do you really want to live to be 200 years old?â€ť
My answer would be, â€śOnly if everyone else does, too.â€ť Hereâ€™s why.
I vividly remember watching Disney's "Cinderella" when I was 5 years old and then attempting to recreate scenes from the movie in my bedroom. There was one particular part that stood out to me, and that was when Cinderella cleaned her room. To me, even while she was completing the mundane task of making her bed, she was the epitome of grace and beauty. She sang and danced, and as she shook out the sheets, they sort of floated up and landed perfectly in place.Â
I'll never forget the first time I wore pantyhose. I felt as if I had been freed from bondage.
This new style evolved from the infamous garter belt used to secure individual stockings or, even before that, garters to hold up the leg coverings.
Pantyhose were the new frontier. Women were ecstatic, and I was the leader of the pack.
I don't recall when all of this occurred, but I do remember the joy with which I embraced the contemporary legwear. And now a lot of women shun them for the barelegged look, which, I'm told, they believe to be more attractive.