Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read
I remember traveling in Rome, in the 90’s one summer with my ex. We were going into one of the large churches. People were very lightly dressed, as it was over 100 degrees. At the portal to the church was a ‘representative’ whose job it was to keep out risque clad men and women. It felt weird to watch his eyes wander over neck and hemlines, and then deliberate over a borderline call.
