“Would you rather. . .” is a popular pastime among my youth group friends. It usually includes picking two equally appalling or enticing options and trying to choose one. Along with some more serious reading, I’m currently skimming a cookbook written before I was born. It’s brought up this question in my mind:
Would you rather be a woman in an era in which the words “casserole” and “elegant” are associated, or be a woman after the popularization of yoga pants as a legitimate clothing option?
I can’t decide.