Lessons From My Dress Being Stuck in My Pantyhose- Connie Sokol
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In college, I learned fascinating truths about behavioral differences between men and women, but not from a class. It came from walking up a tall hill on a frosty morning with my dress tucked in the back of my pantyhose. Happily unaware, I remember thinking as I walked along, chirping and cooing to the young man I had casually caught up to, that it was unusually chilly that morning. I even wished I had worn a long coat instead of a short jacket. I remember the great number of students, both in front and behind us, all heading for our eight o’clock classes.
And upon first reaching his class building, I lastly remember, after saying a coy good-bye and turning to go, his voice flatly echoing across the morning campus, “Hey Connie, your skirt.” This was when I swept my hand behind my lower half and found, well, my lower half.
I spent the next hour in class not thinking on the elements of biology, but on the rudiments of human behavior, two to be brief (no pun intended). First, why, during my twenty-minute death march, didn’t anyone tell me about my unintentional exposé? And second, why was the fated messenger a man?
When a guy has a zipper down, men do not nervously hesitate then discreetly take him aside and whisper “X-Y-Z.” They say, “Dude, your fly’s open,” and go about their business—with no lingering shame at having noticed and no need to apologize and tell another friend about the embarrassing incident. How many women walking up that hill had, in sheer terror, watched me sway in the wind, and yet were unable to tap me on the shoulder and say, “X-Y-your whole backside.”
As I sat in class, I became confused about the ways of a woman. (And by the way, that roar you hear is the loud, agreeing applause of men nationwide.) This is a gender who can categorically pick lint balls off a stranger’s suit coat or tuck exposed dress tags (with an accompanying shoulder pat to say, ”Now you’re dressed”), but cannot tell someone their dress is stuck in their nylons.
Your college tax dollars finally paid off that morning as I experienced my educational epiphany—this feminine duality can occur because the latter (dress in nylons) is confrontational, carries too great an unknown, and is just plain embarrassing: What if I offend the person? What if she gets mad? What if she doesn’t like me and then two months later I see her in the grocery store?
As you can see, there is too much at stake. With lint, we are safe because we are socially justified. No court of law would convict us for picking off a lint ball, or for that matter a loosely flying hair, because that’s what you do with a lint ball or a loosely flying hair. It’s that simple.
For those of you still confused (another roar), the behavioral bottom line is this: When interference is emotionally pricey—e.g. trailing toilet paper—a woman will stick to the weather and the color of your shirt. Class over, see you next week.
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Don’t leave me hanging….what about the guy? Did he ever bring it up again?
What are sisters for? We all need to watch each other’s back 😉 Thanks for a great post.
I had an opposite experience! I was in college working at a department store. My department in fashion accessories, was on the first floor. The break room was on the second floor. I tucked my skirt into my nylons and meandered all through the second floor, and through a good portion of the first floor, all the while a guy was following me to his adjoining department in shoes. It wasn’t until I got to my department that one of my fellow dept. female employees hurriedly told my about my plight, and then proceeded to give the guy a lecture on decency. All the women in my dept. gave him the stink eye for the rest of the week.
The guy’s defense? He was too embarrassed to say anything. But then he had the nerve to say, “Hey at least your underwear matches your blouse!”