M is for ...modesty!
Modesty seems to have gone through quite a bit of change since
I was younger. It had gone through a lot of change since my mother
was young, too. Even more since my grandmother's day.
When I was a teenager, we would have been upset if our bra
strap peeked out. In my grandmother's day, she probably didn't
let her knees show, and her mother probably didn't let her ankles
show. Except perhaps on the beach, in one of those long things
they used to wear as swim wear, with the stockings.