The drama of the rebellious child the only person wearing clothing that didn't quite make sense in the tableau refusing to be hugged by her presumed oppressors as she was about to fly off to college. The palette was predominantly one of browns, dark blues, grays, and whites. An expectation about how you dressed and even how you walked. In the South, at least, there was always the possibility of complete strangers looking at you, smiling, nodding, or tipping their hats. This is now the year 2000.
Some scenes are similar, but others have changed greatly.
The other day in Newark, I saw a beautiful woman who was almost naked. I know that this was for display purposes, for grabbing attention. Certainly she caught a lot of eyes. But not everyone's. By my estimate, nearly 65 percent of the people she passed mostly men didn't seem to notice her.