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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=543191" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Personal History and Mythology of Blue Jeans</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the old movies, <br>The women wore<br>Skirts and dresses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Marilyn Monroe, <br>In “River of No Return”, <br>Had on tight blue jeans.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mom wore dresses.<br>(Did women have legs, <br>Or were they<br>Like mermaids under there? <br>And why did they leave<br>a toilet full of blood, sometimes?) <br>In the mid ‘50s<br>She got some tight pants, <br>With green, vertical lines<br>And some kind of flower pattern.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She had legs, and an ass.<br>(toosie, she'd taught us to call it, <br>A word that sounds like a cushion.) <br>I felt embarrassed when she wore them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then she got a denim skirt.<br>“It looks like blue jeans! ”<br>Said my brother Fred.<br>It did, with stitched, white <br>Pockets on the rear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I felt I’d die, that eyes, <br>My own included, <br>Would rivet on Mother’s ass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blue jeans were for boys.<br>(Our mythologies, they say, <br>Determine how we dress—<br>In this case, how our parents<br>Dressed us, after the War, <br>In cities and in suburbs, <br>Little cowboys everywhere, <br>Kicking soccer balls<br>And sliding slides, <br>Who’d never plowed a field<br>Or herded cows.<br>I fantasized of boys, back then, <br>For blue jeans x-rayed bodies<br>With their pockets <br>And their rivets<br>And their stitches.<br>“This is beyond<br>Naked, ” I’d say to myself, <br>Wondering “Why isn’t it<br>Against the law? ”<br>Of course, I never asked aloud.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then, in junior high, <br>One shapely girl<br>started wearing <br>Tight blue jeans.<br>She found the secret first.<br>(Maybe she’d seen<br>“River of No Return”.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Today, half the women<br>Who walk into the coffee shop<br>Are clad in that blue intrigue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After 40 years of contemplation, <br>My mind still cannot penetrate<br>The intrigue and the mystery</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or dethrone the mythology<br>Of those streamlined bodies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That help to bring my world alive, <br>though clothed<br>In its illusions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Max+Reif">Max Reif</a><div class=q>
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The women wore
Skirts and dresses.

Marilyn Monroe, 
In “River of No Return”, 
Had on tight blue jeans.

Mom wore dresses.
(Did women have legs, 
Or were they
Like mermaids under there? 
And why did they leave
a toilet full..."></div>
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