New invention?

 This popped up on my facebooook page, mixed in with all the other crappy fakery. It's an advert for a fashion company, looking to flog their wares. Be a fashionista or some such boring high tec sales chat. Get your belly button pieced, no thanks. Get your stick on fingernail extensions, no thanks. Wrap a wide denim belt around your hips, with a teeny weeny denim pelmet hanging below it barely covering your chuff. 

This makes me titter. The young 'uns of today think they invented flashing your knickers when you bend down wearing the shortest of mini skirts. This was me 60 years ago. Strutting my stuff walking down the street. Feeling flattered that I could bring the testosterone charged workers on a building site to a complete standstill. Wolf whistles rang out loud and clear. I smiled to myself and fluttered my false eyelashes. 

It was all very innocent then. I was innocent. At 16 years old I had no idea what went through boys minds. I was a flirt and saw no harm in that. It was a bit of fun. I had a crush on the young man who came to the market every night with his hot dog van. I stood and chatted, and desperately hoped that he might fancy me. He was called Colin as I remember. It came to nothing, and I would have probably run a mile if he had suggested a date. I was so naive and shy really. The flirting was a cover up. 

Now that I am of more mature years, I see how the world has changed. To walk around showing oooodles of bare flesh would be a mistake. Testosterone is out and about in full force. Lurking in places where you might least expect it. Bravado in groups of males, where they egg each other on, has been replaced by lone males who are intent on sowing their wild oats, and don't care who they hurt in the process. 

Luckily I came through my teenage years unscathed with my innocence intact. This can't be guaranteed these days. Look out for young girls, protect them, tell them of the dangers. They probably won't listen, as I didn't when my mother said, 'you are not going out like that, are you?' As I said, young girls being attacked in the 60's was rare, now it is happening more frequently.

Thanks very much for visiting my blog. Have a good weekend.

Toodle pip.   ilona