When you think of England (and the English), there are certain stereotypes you could be forgiven for. There are also some I’d like to see disappear forever – bad teeth? Come ON, my compatriots – get ’em sorted!) but one I cannot deny is a certain cultural reticence around certain subjects. Such as the human body.
Blame the Victorians, if you will, and their determination that the exposure of anything above the ankle posed a severe risk of inducing impropriety. Somehow their ideas stuck, and in spite of the swinging Sixties, there is still a remainder of that archaic attitude alive and well in many of the natives.
That said, take your meek and genteel Englishwoman and stick her slap-bang next to one of those brash Americans, and what do you really expect?
Someone’s delicate sensitivities are going to take a trouncing.
I’ll give you a clue – it’s not the American’s.