In a fairly tame way I tried to look different when I was a teenager and I found it most gratifying when old ladies said rude things about me on the bus.
A favoured outfit included one of a number of pairs of vintage (i.e.old and grotty) stilettos from Oxfam, worn with fishnet or footless tights (I vaguely remember this was a winter craze as my legs feel cold as I write). On top I wore a leotard (dreadful things when you need a pee in a hurry) and a tight skirt. My parents would roll their eyes and Dad would ask if I was off to work walking the streets - their humour was not appreciated.
I also had a penchant for dungarees (think some misguided fool had said I looked cute or it might have been my continuing crush on John Boy Walton). Lee dungarees were my favourite, but I also had a bright red pair. I thought the legs were too baggy so altered them to a skin-tight fit - again this made me a cheap date (no - not in that way - I was a nice girl) as I couldn't risk drinking too much and having to go to the loo.
The skin-tight theme continues with the purple satin trousers (terrible for VPLs) worn with a black vest - I remember wearing this outfit to a Rockabilly club and wondering why I got stared at. I think the most shameful outfit was the red and white striped bikini which I would wear with a pair of cut-off shorts when walking from my university hall near Gower Street to Regents Park. Any bloke who happened to even look in my direction was greeted with a hissed, 'Sexist pig - women can wear what they like, Germaine says so'.
Um ... the folly of youth or was it the vanity of a size 10 body? The latter I fear.
I would have thought London was a bit chilly for a bikini during term time. You body must be cold-weather compatible. John Boy! Hah!
ReplyDeleteI should have said this was just during the summer term and on the occasions when the sun shone! I think my righteous indignation kept me warm. I get the feeling you don't think much of John Boy - can't imagine why.
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