So Immature Am I

So strange what companies make in other countries- Bic Lighters, Bic Pens- Bic Stockings?

Oh yeah. Fishnets.
Have always loved them. Since I was first cruelly aroused/confused by the divine deviant Tim Curry as Dr. Frank-N-Furter.

I took to wearing them as an adult- pairing them with knee high boots (which are now as common as tattoos and bad piercings). I never felt naughty in them, just liked them better than plain sheers or lame laces stockings. Loved them. Love them.

One woman approached me a couple years ago, a nice woman, one I rather liked and admired. She dropped one of those comments where you're not certain if you should be offended or not- I'll let you decide. It takes a lot to offend me.

Wearing a black wrap dress that graced a mere inch above my knee + black three inch heeled boots that kissed the top of my shin = a mere six to seven inches of netted flesh was visible, practically prudent Victorian like skin exposure.

Eyeing my knees, she said, "You know who originally wore fishnets stockings?"
"Liza Minelli?"
"French whores."
"Oh."
"Fishnets are the equivalent of a red light."
"So I guess I should carry condoms and small bills with me."

She walked away a little miffed. I walked away a little surprised at my response (my tongue sometimes speaks without consulting all things prim and proper. Okay- it often skips good manner protocols. Very often.)

Later that day, since I hadn't disposed of my beloved hooker apparel, she decided to divulge another lovely fact- one that didn't apply to me.
"Did you know that boys were forced to wear their jeans baggy and low in prison to show they were someone's bitch?"

Giggling because this kind woman was giving me prison rape data, I gave her a little home remedy, humorous history, "Did you know French women used to use half a lemon as a diaphram?"
"What?"
"Maybe that's why French men's faces are so puckered."

Using my sleazy covered legs, I walked away, proud I didn't crack the joke that was brewing about fishnets smelling like fish after the hooker's snatchery hatchery was emptied. See, sometimes I can bite my tongue.