A few weeks back, I was wearing this chiffon skirt, feeling fly as fuq, until a stranger stopped me on the street to inform me it was completely sheer and that she could see, well, everything.
One would think I would just run home and change, but when I got home I was like, well, now its dark out, you probably can't see through anymore. Plus, I'm just going to a concert, this isn't inappropriate for this venue.
Then this picture came out on Brooklyn Vegan:
That's me, the redhead walking out the door. Note the two men (maybe even three, if we count Plaid Guy in the foreground), and their line of vision, suggesting that perhaps my skirt was not so un-sheer at night as I had hoped.
Yours in modesty,