Fugwoman

Julie Newmar was fantastic as Catwoman on Batman, which I used to watch at home every day after school, right before Scooby Do. (I had a youthful crush on Adam West, and wanted to be Batgirl -- her outfit was seriously cute, and I've never been able to resist the idea of having a flip.)  And she's still quite beautiful, as you can see. I also have to give her props for egging Jim Belushi's house when their long-standing feud over the fence between their houses got out of control, especially since she sort of admitted it.  I don't know if I'd want to live next door to her, but I'd definitely be amused if I were her neighbor. I mean, if she's wearing this out in public, what do you think she's wearing to fetch the paper?

I mean, this is what you wear when you've serving mimosas to a gentleman caller next to the pool on a Sunday morning. A long cigarette holder might also be involved, as well as, possibly, some form of blackmail. And it takes a certain admirable amount of ballsy charm to actually wear it out in public. That being said, I am reminded of certain words of wisdom which were first applied to the concept of general etiquette, namely that good manners exist primarily to make everyone feel comfortable in potentially uncomfortable situations -- like parties where you don't know anyone.  I feel like some of those general rules might well be applied to the concept of dressing for public consumption. For example, I don't think it would be a bad idea if we all agreed that, just as you write a thank you note when someone sends you a gift, all Seduction/Blackmail lingerie concoctions ought to be left AT HOME, no matter how old you are.