Tonight I went shopping in L.A. and got the finest looking 3-quarter coat for myself. It looks real chic on me. It cost $22.00, and I got some nifty shoes for $6.00. Man, I wore my blue suit and really drew the whistles. I walked down Main Street just for the kicks of it and all the men turned their old roving eyes towards me. I’d better not make it a habit though, those guys might start to think I’m one of those Main St. girls looking for a nickel.
Tues. January 7, 1952
Oh brother, this diary is so boring. Did positively nothing unusual today or tonight. And I haven’t necked since Thursday night, and oh man no lie I’m getting a real awful urge to neck.
Wed. January 9, 1952
Went to Devotions tonight with Betty Jo. Then went to town by myself and who do you think gave me a ride home? Chuck Rogers & Jimmy. Guy I don’t know why I am so thrilled because Chuck brought me home twice from The Stomp Club before, and he is so popular. I don’t like him anymore though, he’s got too damn many girlfriends. Girls and more girls. He is a nice guy though. You know what? His new car is all set up, and when the girl wants to get out, Chuck first has to press a button so the car door can open! And I says “Oh my goodness if you ever do something bad to a girl, she’ll struggle and struggle and she can’t get out”. And he just laughed and laughed!
What advanced technology for 1952… automatic car door locks! My how far we’ve come, this seems so comical today doesn’t it? But Vilma’s suspicion of this boy’s ulterior motives are simply timeless. After all he was clearly a player, “girls and more girls” as she would exclaim. Obviously girls were drawn to this fancy boy with his fancy ride, but not Vilma. Her first thought when seeing Chuck’s car was not “Oh what a swell ride” and to melt away in his arms like so many girls. Nope, her inner sense told her to stay away from this boy or else those newfangled door locks would be used on her! There was something more important on her mind: guarding her body from a boy who was clearly out to get something else. This can teach us women a lesson even today: stay far away from players.
The beauty of fashion in the 1950’s was that there was still modesty. Vilma is strutting around as a confident young woman wearing a blue knee length suit and drawing the whistles! There was still some mystery to a woman’s body back then, it was not necessary for every piece of flesh to be exposed like today. Who says that women and young girls must follow the current risqué fashioned trends anyway, why not go against the grain? Modesty is such an important virtue to possess, it’s something that has been lost within all of the pornographic images we see today. It's only natural to want to feel attractive and loved, but it should never come at the price of our dignity. When a woman dresses and acts modestly it compliments her feminine nature as a woman, we can see her inner beauty and it demonstrates her humility. She automatically commands respect, primarily from the opposite sex.
Pssst… I’ll tell you a secret, women did just fine back then attracting men without any problem, knee length skirts and all. Maybe all us women really need is to shop for a chic coat and some nifty shoes to spike our confidence level just enough!