Mores change

This is Annie Edison Taylor and she is a criminal. What was her crime. She wore this bathing suit, which covered her legs to the ankles on a beach. "Indecent," the authorities said.

Fast forward a century and prior to my breast cancer surgery I thought nothing of going topless on a French beach. Since other women were better endowed, I was sure they would be looked at and I wouldn't. For that matter of fact, probably the same would hold true that the scar, resembling an eyebrow over my nipple would go unobserved compared to the pretty, younger women.

Once there was a song
"A glimpse of stocking
was something shocking"

In the 60s crotch-length skirts were not uncommon.

At one point it was illegal for blacks and whites to marry. Now gays are getting married. I've always thought there were two kinds of marriage: legal and spiritual.

In a majority of countries one could marry in a church every day for 50 years and the marriage would have no legal standing except in the eyes of their god. The only marriage that counts is the government one which defines property rights and responsibilities.

My generation's parents bemoaned their sons long hair. Now they wonder what they did wrong when they see their own sons sport short, short hair or hair with strange patterns.

Is it part of being part of any generation to get one's knickers in a twist (love this expression brought to me by Brit friends) over some custom or behaviour that given a decade, a century or a couple of centuries will take a 180° degree turn?

Maybe it is time to untwist those knickers.