Brad -- I can see where your thrust comes from, but I'm not sure that we can accurately compare societal reactions in the "then" and in the "now".
The 1960s and '70s were very turbulent times societally with the '60s being dominated with Civil Rights and the ongoing conflict in Vietnam; the '70s had, and suffered from, echoes of the '60s. However, today we live in a vastly changed world, and I'll posit that blokes in skirts are pretty well accepted in most places so long as they stand their ground and don't wither away.
By way of example when it comes to "standing one's ground" one of the places I frequent is a pretty "down-market" bar in a rather "rough" town to my north. I have
never had a lick of trouble there in spite of some pretty "down-market" characters -- in fact I've had more positive experiences there than anything else. Nowadays, folks "get it" that it's a person's character that counts not the packaging that the character arrives in.
On the whole "custody" and "visitation" debacle, I agree with you entirely. There was no percentage whatsoever in whacking
that hornets' nest. I'm just glad that it worked out in the end and that you and your daughter have arrive at a more enlightened stage in your relationship.
It's sad to think that we are coming up on the 10th anniversary of the Million Skirted Men March in NYC on 2/7/04 and we haven't made much progress since.
I would not say that progress hasn't been made; I would say that the progress we have seen has largely been hidden under a bushel or has been ignored. That said, I feel perfectly free to walk the streets pretty much anywhere in one of my skirts and not feel threatened. True enough, when I was interviewing for jobs I didn't wear skirts, but that was more down to the fact that I wanted my prospective employer to focus on my skills and talents than the fact that I was wearing something out of the ordinary.
That wall will take a while to come down, but come down it eventually will.
Look on the bright side!