ROBIN WRITES: The (not so) good ol’ days of fashion | Opinion

Every morning before high school, a collective swearing could be heard in the air above my small hometown in the 1950s and early 1960s, as teenage girls writhed and screamed in their nylons.

Legs old enough to shave were old enough to be covered in woven nylon netting that stopped at the thigh. A thick, ugly band signaled the end of this transparency; this is where things got serious.

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