Dear Abbie - The Non-Advice Podcast

Blue Jeans

June 01, 2022 Abigail L. Rosenthal Season 1 Episode 69
Dear Abbie - The Non-Advice Podcast
Blue Jeans
Show Notes Transcript

I may be wrong, but it’s my sincere belief that I was the first woman north of Greenwich Village to put on blue jeans for daily wear in Manhattan. At least, when I began the practice, it was not a common sight in my part of town.


I may be wrong, but it’s my sincere belief that I was the first woman north of Greenwich Village to put on blue jeans for daily wear in Manhattan. At least, when I began the practice, it was not a common sight in my part of town.

Since garments “say” something, what was I communicating? (Whatever it was, I didn’t “say it” when I was teaching; that was in my eyes a more formal and ceremonial thing to do.)

Off duty, however, I observed

 the faith of blue jeans.

For example:

The sidewalks of New York were – like a country field – a terrain.

You could stroll the length and breadth of the Big City without needing to make concessions:

  • to urban protocol,
  • to status concerns,
  • to the costumes that separated the boys from the girls,
  • to the line between vacation wear and what you put on where crowds of strangers could see you.

Nowadays, when designer jeans even figure in high fashion ensembles, all this may go without saying.

“Nice jeans!” said Harsha, the Indian woman whose beauty salon I patronize.

“Thanks! That’s a real compliment,” I laughed. “Not like praising a beautiful sari, which nobody can help admiring.”

Harsha doesn’t wear a sari. She remarked that they are no longer much worn by young girls in India. Hard to run for the bus in a sari. Indian girls wear blue jeans, by preference.

Niall Ferguson, the economist, has written that the disillusionment of young Russians with the USSR was hastened by their passion for blue jeans. The Soviet regime was absolutely unable to make a decent pair.

Ulysses S. Grant, the commander who led the Union armies to victory in the Civil War, has described the California gold rush, whose early days he happened to witness. Ministers doffed their clerical collars, respected citizens shrugged off their family ties, all the duties of life were put on hold as thousands poured into California hoping to strike it lucky, panning for the yellow gold. They spent it as soon as they found it; they got fleeced; they emerged from their frenzy no better fixed in life than when they first let it take them over.

While others were losing theirs, at least one man kept his head. Or so the story goes. He decided to cut up tent cloth and sew it into work pants, in partnership with another fellow, Jacob Davis. The real gold of California was – and is still – in Levi Strauss’s work pants.

Why?

Are they quintessentially American?

Democratic?

 Unpretentious but sexy?


Yes.