This picture came to me with a story.
“…All three of us were hiking up the trail when we start passing this couple in front of us. I went around them first. As I pass, I hear the woman say, in a very loud, trying-to-be-heard voice, ‘Oh look, there’s a girl in a long skirt. It must be so burdensome!’
‘Oh — and there’s another! And another!’
Because we were hiking much faster and were all passing her. The irony in that escaped her.”
The poor skirt. Always judged; rarely fairly.
Or anyway, a half-marathon sponsored by Skirt Sport, with skirts for all finishers.