...I went to Catholic school for twelve years, so clothes were never a big issue. About the only clothing issue that ever came up was the length of the girls skirts. Usually once a year the girls would get yelled at about their skirts, hems would get lowered for a few weeks, then they would creep up again. I suppose the skirts getting, temporarily, longer may have caused some depression for the guys, but we coped.
I went to a Catholic high school, late 1960s. The nuns were against the girls displaying knees. (The guys were for it, and as high as possible! Heck yeah! Height of the miniskirt era, fortunately for us.)
So what the girls did, they would roll up their uniform skirts when the nuns weren't around, and then roll 'em down when a nun showed up.
Worked pretty well as a common sense solution.
I recall once, sitting in a civics class — you younger fellas will need to look that up — feeling bored and sleepy, when, suddenly, the nun teaching the class, Sister Mary Imaculatta (she was a pistol!), slammed the textbook she was holding down on to her desk, saying, "I won't have this! This disgusting display that I see here every day! I won't have it!"
My classmates and I are looking at each other. WTH? We can't figure out what has got Sister Mary Imaculatta so wound up and upset. Then she says it:
"Knees! This disgusting offering of knees I see before me every day!"
We guys are going, "Really?! What?! Where! Let's take note!"
Course we are all facing forward towards Sister so we couldn't see too well. But I think we all took note and thought we should pay closer attention to what the girls were up to.
God bless 'em, those sisters. They did their best. (But they were, I think we all have to acknowledge, rowing against the tide when it came to boys and girls and their shenanigans ...)
But, let me say this, in praise of a Catholic education and Sister Mary Imaculatta. She told us, in that civics class, something I have never forgotten: "Freedom is the right to do what you ought to do." I didn't understand it at 18. But I do at 73.
Rest in peace, Sister.