That blessed, blessed Pill . . .
Birth Control and “The Pill” have been the cause of untold world changes, but the fact that the Bra is the only article of women’s clothing that wasn’t first worn by men, is never once mentioned. But ’tis true, true, true, and laugh though you may, read on and see the truth of my words.
Before scorning the thought, take a moment and wander through history books. Get out your Art Pictures of English Royalty, Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales, pictures taken from ancient Egypt, and see what’s there.
Panty Hose were worn by all male nobility round about Shakespeare’s time. Today, when we see them worn on stage or in movies, we call them Tights. But look closely. Nylon hadn’t been invented yet but Panty hose is what they were.
And to show off that long expanse of sexy leg, (men’s, not women’s) they topped them off with a ruffled mini skirt. Yeah, on men. and of course they weren’t called mini-skirts, but again take another look and you’ll see they were mini-skirts. Took us women until the twentieth century to claim those two items. Slow learners, and I know why, but that comes later.
Legs , as they still are today, have always been a sexual fetish, but today, it’s the women’s legs that catch our attention, when originally, it was the male leg that was adorned to catch and capture the beholder’s eyes.
The Scots had, and still have their kilts and are required garb for all formal affairs. The Greeks had their white skirts and wore them both for battle and daily wear. Ruffled, and standing out like a Ballerina’s tutu. Nothing new under the sun . . except it was the men, not women, wearing them
Make-up was the men’s prerogative, too. They wore it even before Cleopatra put kohl on her eye lids and henna to her nails and palms. Different than our make-up kits, but the males from those long centuries ago. would stare at today’s kits with delight and glory in thinking they were made for them, the males, and for heaven’s sake never for women.
And then we get to fancy shoes. We women were still wrapping our feet in cloth to keep out the cold when men were wearing leather, fur and silk. The pointed shoe toes, were longer than we women have ever worn. So long, in fact that they had to be held in place by long ribbons, held firmly from the tip of the toe , to the other end of the ribbon, in the wearer’s hands. And when they wanted to impress someone, the ribbons were immediately used to display those foot long shoe-toe ornaments. And also to aid them to carefully keep the toes upright, not walked, or tripped upon, or soiled.. Ribbons, yes, ribbons, and this taken care of by the mighty male.
Early Egyptian males wore ear rings, and wigs. And, we all are familiar with paintings of our early American leaders as Washington, Jefferson, Benjamin Franklin, the Adams, all wearing them. And it’s a law even today, that English Judges. when in Court, must wear those stylized, white curled wigs.
Men, for centuries have know the freedom and comfort of wearing pants, but it was not until the 1930’s that women even dreamed of wearing them.
Men, never did wear bras, physically they didn’t need them, but don’t forget they definitely did wear those items called Cod-Pieces that were so popular in the 15th, 16th and into the 17th centuries . Like many a bra, those Cod Pieces were also well padded. Look at some of those pictures and you know they had to have been very well padded. Brazenly well padded.
And you don’t know what Cod-Pieces were?? Well, I’m not going to tell you, either, but just hie yourself to Google or any dictionary and laugh with me. That’s one piece of clothing we women are never going to copy for we just don’t need them. .
Have fun with the whole long story, where we women have been copy-cats. And there is one good reason that men, and never women set the styles . It was a fact of life because, women . . . . before any form of birth control and the arrival of The Pill . . . women, following their teen-age marriages and until menopause finally arrived, were either pregnant or nursing a child. Always. Never a breather. Period. One or the other. On and on, except when, so often, nothing but death itself put an end to that otherwise endless cycle.
And their clothing was neither stylish or beautiful. Only functional. Like a long, shapeless, roomy sack. Thank you God for birth control. That, and only that, is what finally gave women their freedom of life. And . . . also finally, the ability to be able to have a life, and not just exist to reproduce. And not one thing other. Women were machines, and with no censure were quickly replaced if they did not fill that requirement.