*People do not notice.
*If they notice they do not care.
*If they care they are too polite to say anything.
I had a really good day today. I was planning on going somewhere busy and wandering round in shorts and tights awhile, and maybe venturing into a shop - something I have not done up to now as I've found that room lighting can make my M&S 7 denier Nude tights glisten.
I headed for a large and bustling market town not far from me and parked up. I've usually ventured out in shorts and tights only on overcast days, but today, despite the promise of rain in this morning's forecast, the sun was out in all it's glory.
As I stepped from the car I looked down at my legs and saw that the sun was making my tights glisten a little, at least from the angle I was looking at them from, but I decided to carry on regardless. I soon found myself walking through the busy market, quite relieved that there were plenty of areas shaded from the sun that I could walk in. I found a quiet shop selling cheap household goods and ventured inside. I glanced down at my legs and was pleased to see that they didn't seem to be glistening too obviously at all under the lighting. I wandered outside again and went into the next shop, and the next, and the next.
My confidence growing, I ventured into the larger, busier, department stores - even stopping briefly to look at the selection of tights in one of them.
Superdrug was fun. The lights were bright there and there were several attractive young lady assistants wandering around. Woolworths was even more fun because I found myself being followed by a group of young teenage girls, chatting away and giggling as young girls do. I was just waiting for one of them to notice my legs but, again, nothing happened.
I bought a couple of things in Boots and took them to the checkout, but they were quite quiet and there was no queue. Pity, but by then I knew it would have been a non-event to stand in a queue anyway.
I walked about for a good 2 hours, mostly in bright sunshine, and mingled at very close range with hundreds of people today, and received not one hint that anyone had registered that I was wearing tights.
I came away from there knowing that, short of being caught in the rain (which makes the presence of tights much more obvious), I could wear shorts and these tights anywhere with total confidence, and I will be taking every opportunity to do so from now on.
The next step is to try some 7 denier Tan tights. I hope to try that before the week is out. I will of course keep the blog posted...
'Cognitive Dissonance' - is the psychological term that gives explanation
on how we dismiss events we witness that do not conform to exisiting
beliefs. For example, if someone saw a man wearing what they thought were
tights they might dismiss what they have seen (perhaps a trick of the mind,
they might think) because subconciously the fact that a man might be
wearing tights does not conform with their life experience. So, if someone
sees you wearing tights, they are likely to discount that information,
either by ignoring it, misinterpreting it, or denying it. This is more
likely if you are wearing 'stealthy' tights rather than darker colours.
Thanks for the info on cognitive dissonance, Jamod. It is of
course what I was trying to say. I guess there is a threshold above which
the dissonance becomes so great that notwithstanding what is expected, the
actual perception comes to our conscious attention!
I had an experience similar to that when I wore similar nude tights, they
were sheers and even though I wore them on the way into work via bus - I
work nights - feeling pretty comfortable, when I was walking down the
corridor to the office, I looked down and thought they looked a little too
shiny. I suppose I panicked and rushed to the bathroom to remove them.
Cowardly, I know, but the taupe hose I wore at work for three days were
less obvious because they weren't as shiny and, though a much darker color,
they blended in with my tanned legs.