Skirt Effect

It's a warm day for winter in Osaka, 12degrees Celsius. it's time, girls and boys are leaving from schools. An army of ants flows towards ant carriers, public transportation. Same hasty pace, same rythm, same walk, same song. Is it the invisible student status pheromones?
Here they are, waiting for the train to take them to night cram school.

Boys wait with boys of the same age and school; girls with girls of the same age and school. Each school has a different uniform, each grade a different variation. Suits for advertising, variation for age classification. Boys wear dark pant suits, girls skirts and long dark socks.
The wind is blowing. They are all talking, waiting. Minding their own business, they don't look around. I do. Boys seem calmer than girls; girls louder and more eccentric. Micro skirts have been in vogue after the ban of moonsailer uniforms in most schools. Moonsailer is equivalent of older men's fetishist tantric Pavlov effect. Homo sapiens are a branch of Primates that are descendants of homo erectus after all. Back to weird coupling reproduction instincts. I wonder if Lucie wore sailormoons.

Microskirts are not official school wears. They are simply 'pimp my skirt' versions. It happened that I witnessed this tuning slash remodeling, in a train wagon. It was 8AM and two schoolーfashionーuniformism victims were helping each other roll their skirts' upper sides. The more you roll, the shorter. And, they roll allot. I asked one of my Japanese friends about this phenomenon. He told me: 'kawaii naa'. A literal translation would be:it's cute!
Is it cute? I would call it enticing. Doesn't it push older man to have a new Pavlovian stimulus? How does it affect the future boys and girls' maturity?

Here's something to think of.

Well, the wind is blowing, nobody cares, no body looks (except older men or opinionated foreign residents like me). Here's the train, I bend my head, get in. The train will carry us to another colony.
Did I tell you that the colonies are developed around stations? This is another story, for next time.