Celebrate Extinction

Let's hope that pantyhose disappear forever.  Pantyhose were awful for so many reasons, and I know exactly when I stopped wearing them.  July 1988.  I had just turned 25, and I had just moved to Los Angeles and decided never to wear them again. I didn't care if they came in a thousand colors and a zillion textures and were called tights.  A few of my employers (all men and lawyers) complained about my lack of pantyhose (the sheer, old lady kind) because they said I didn't look professional with bare legs.  My response to them:  you try wearing them.  They never mentioned the subject again. Below is a terrific example of advertising that no one could possibly believe: