As I read a post last week complaining about sister missionaries having to bike in skirts (and proposing that they be allowed to wear pants instead), I got this strange feeling I have every so often in the bloggernaccle: a provocation to defend the status quo. This is not a position I am in regularly in my real life. Or my Church life. I quite like change, especially change that makes sense. And I am one of those poor beleaguered sister missionaries who both had to wear skirts or dresses (and nylons!) every day and had to use a bicycle as my only mode of transportation.
I hate wearing skirts and dresses (and nylons!). I hated biking much of the time. The combination of the two was a giant pain in my tookus and a cramp in my style.
But I wouldn’t change it.