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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/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"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=543191" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In the old movies, <br>The women wore<br>Skirts and dresses.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=543191" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Marilyn Monroe, <br>In “River of No Return”, <br>Had on tight blue jeans.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=543191" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=543191" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=543191" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=543191" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I felt I’d die, that eyes, <br>My own included, <br>Would rivet on Mother’s ass.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=543191" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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.) </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=543191" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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”.) </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=543191" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Today, half the women<br>Who walk into the coffee shop<br>Are clad in that blue intrigue.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=543191" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">After 40 years of contemplation, <br>My mind still cannot penetrate<br>The intrigue and the mystery</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=543191" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Or dethrone the mythology<br>Of those streamlined bodies</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=543191" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">That help to bring my world alive, <br>though clothed<br>In its illusions.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Max+Reif">Max Reif</a></strong></div>