While I want to be a rebel, the truth is I’m a rule follower. I feel a little wild and out of control when I have more than ten items in the express line of the grocery store. I once drove back to the bank because I realized I had accidentally taken the teller’s ball point pen home with me. Imagine my shock to realize that I’m an international criminal.
I saw this story in the paper. Just this past month the laws were changed to make it legal for women to wear pants in Paris. Granted in 1892 and again in 1909, the law had been modified to allow women to wear pants provided they were holding onto a bike or the reins of a horse, but otherwise pants wearing was apparently illegal.
I have been to Paris several times and on many occasions- I wore pants. I wore them willy-nilly never once considering the possible ramifications. Ignorance of the law is no excuse. On the upside the French don’t have the death penalty so if I am deported to face charges it’s unlikely I’ll lose my head. I wonder if they have pictures of me (in pants no doubt) on wanted posters in the train stations and at the airport?
These are the things that keep me up at night.