Maureen O'Sullivan Quotes

You don't have to conform to a very specific aesthetic today, whereas 1950s women definitely had to.

I try not to pay any attention to clothes fascism and I'd rather be thought of as someone who has his own sense of style.

The question of the family now divides our society so deeply that the opposing sides cannot even agree on a definition of the institution they are arguing about.

The girls show more skin these days, but I think, generally, they behave the same way as when I was growing up.

If you wear them outside, they stop being pyjamas. I wear mine to the mail box, which is right in front of my house - that's my limit. Anything else is wrong.

I was always embarrassed because my dad wore a suit and my mother wore flat pumps and a cozy jumper while my friends' parents were punks or hippies.

For better or ill, I was very heavily influenced by men I knew who always dressed formally.

Like at home, I don't wear heels. But everywhere else I go, I wear heels.

I wore a coat and tie all through high school: my way of being rebellious in the late 1950s.

Yes, I was slightly outside everything when I was growing up. My mother jokes that I was exchanged at birth. She brought us up to have traditional values. She was absolutely not part of the '60s generation.

I dress like a boy most of the time because I like what's comfortable, so sometimes when I have to wear dresses and makeup, it's kind of comedic.

It's possible that you have been told a time or 10 that you don't appreciate how tough your elders had it. It's true that, if you had been coming of age back in, say, 1960, you would probably be feeling more restricted, if only because you were doomed to spend your days in a skirt, nylon stockings and girdle.

One of the benefits of being a woman is I don't have to put on a black suit. I could do it, but why do it if you don't have to?

I was raised in a very Middle Eastern household, and modesty was very important, and dressing to not be desirable or provocative was very important.

My dad is this typical orthodox, narrow-minded Punjabi man in front of whom you can't even utter the word called 'boyfriend.'

My dad felt old school.

Even on the most solemn occasions I got away without wearing socks and hid that lack of civilization in high boots

I love men's clothes, but that doesn't make me a weirdo.

A pair of Blue Noses on the next bench glared their disapproval at Evie’s knee-length dress. Evie decided to give them a real show. She hiked her skirt and, humming jauntily, rolled down her stockings, exposing her legs. It had the desired effect on the Blue Noses, who moved down the platform, clucking about the “disgrace of the young.” She would not miss this place.

-'What do ties matter, Jeeves, at a time like this?' There is no time, sir, at which ties do not matter

Such figures as Boy George do not disturb me nearly so much as do those relentlessly hetero (sexual?) keepers of the keys and seals, those who know what the world needs in the way of order and who are ready and willing to supply that order.

Fairy tales are about money, marriage, and men. They are the maps and manuals that are passed down from mothers and grandmothers to help them survive.

There is a certain expectation of girls to eventually grow up and behave and fall in line. I've always bucked against that.

Men think that self-sacrifice is the most charming of all the cardinal virtues for women, and in order to keep it in healthy working order, they make opportunities for its illustration as often as possible.

Respectability is joining chastity in the museum of dead issues.