If they are correct, it must be bad, squeezing it all up together." "Then why continue to do so ?" I argued.
"Oh, it's easy enough to talk," she explained; "a few old fogies like you"-- I had been speaking very plainly to her, and she was cross with me--"may pretend you don't like small waists, but _the average man does_." Poor girl! She was quite prepared to injure herself for life, to damage her children's future, to be uncomfortable for fifteen hours a day, all to oblige the average man.
It is a compliment to our sex.

What man would suffer injury and torture to please the average woman?
This frenzied desire of woman to conform to our ideals is touching.

A few daring spirits of late years have exhibited a tendency to seek for other gods--for ideals of their own.

We call them the unsexed women.

The womanly women lift up their hands in horror of such blasphemy.
When I was a boy no womanly woman rode a bicycle--tricycles were permitted.