We are expected to be pretty and well-dressed until we drop.

Your coat's a little shabby—but who cares? It doesn't keep people from asking you to dine. If I were shabby no one would have me: a woman is asked out as much for her clothes as for herself. The clothes are the background, the frame, if you like: they don't make success, but they are a part of it. Who wants a dingy woman? We are expected to be pretty and well-dressed till we drop—and if we can't keep it up alone, we have to go into partnership.

If I were shabby no one would have me: a woman is asked out as much for her clothes as for herself.

It is almost as stupid to let your clothes betray that you know you are ugly as to have them proclaim that you think you are beautiful.