Honestly, I used to worry about my t-shirts being visible until a thread on this very board informed me that many of you ladies like the way it looks to see it.
Also, I hate the way a v-neck undershirt looks by itself, too. So when I take off my outer shirt - which is usually one of the first things I do when I get home, I'd rather walk around in the crew-neck undershirt.
"Put on a shower cap; grease your face with Vaseline, cold cream, or something goopy. Fill the bathroom basin with cold water. Dump in two trays of ice cubes. Using a snorkel (a little rubber tube, one end of which you clamp between your teeth; the other end open sticks up put of the water so you can breathe. Any sporting-goods store has these), stick your face down just below the water surface and stay as long as you can. Twenty minutes is ideal. You never saw such skin ... poreless, glowing." Having it All: Love-Success-Sex-Money: Even If Youre Starting With Nothing (Sidgwick & Jackson, 1982)
Wear bikini pants or nothing and slather Andrea Extra Strength Creme Bleach a nice thick paste over thighs, calves, arms, your whole body if you like. Leave on ten minutes and don't mess with it. Now start rubbing with your hands... stroke stroke stroke. Dead skin will come off with the bleach a most gratifying experience." The Late Show: A Practical, Semiwild Survival Guide for Every Woman in Her Prime or Approaching It (Avon, 1994)
It is better to get hollandaise all over your negligee sleeves than to wear something appropriate to cook in if you are entertaining a man. Single Girl's Cook Book (Bernard Geis Associates, 1969)
Being able to sit very still is sexy. Smiles are sexy. It is unsexy to talk about members of your family and how cute or how awful they are.
And for the Canadian Lushes
"You may work in an office where consumption of an alcoholic beverage is strictly forbidden, at least on premises. (No telling how many Manhattans and Gibsons are brought into the office in people containers after lunch.) Rather than make any shock waves by pouring wine from your thermos into a long-stemmed Baccarat glass, pour it instead into a china cup. This can serve as your coffee mug during the rest of the day.
Should any of your co-workers discover your fine, boozy secret and giggle it up, smile sweetly and say, "I like a glass of wine with my lunch. It is a very civilized custom." Sex and the Office (Random House, 1964)
Appy, don't be sore nobody consulted you for fashion advice. Afterall, you're the one who dresses like she should be retired and soaking up the sun in Boca Raton. Yeah, I remember those white Willy Wonka (Johnny Depp era)sunglasses and bedazzled flip flops.