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The war on women marches on… Last year, a dolt in Rhode Island was critical of women in yoga pants. I covered the issue in tight, form-hugging fashion.

Now the battle had taken to the skies. Or, rather, that was prevented…

A United Airlines gate agent barred two girls from boarding a flight Sunday morning because the girls were wearing leggings.

Another girl who was wearing gray leggings had to change before she was allowed to board the flight from Denver to Minneapolis, a witness said.

“She’s forcing them to change or put dresses on over leggings or they can’t board,” Shannon Watts, who was at a gate at Denver International Airport, said on Twitter. “Since when does @united police women’s clothing?”

United, responding to tweets about the incident tweeted that “United shall have the right to refuse passengers who are not properly clothed via our Contract of Carriage.” And added, ” This is left to the discretion of the agents.”

The airline’s passenger contract says for the safety of all passengers and crew members, the airline can refuse to let a passenger on board if the passengers is “barefoot or not properly clothed.”

Honestly, proper clothing has gone as out of style in America as have proper tastes, proper etiquette, and proper weights and proportions. A typically American “thought” emerged at the end of the AJC article: “I think this policy is arbitrary and sexist. It singles out women for their clothing and sexualizes little girls.”

And, that is the question! Were these “little” girls? We don’t know. No information and no pictures or videos. If they were both petite and attractive, then they would have been the perfect seatmates on any flight. Aisle seat, window seat, and middle of the yoga pants sandwich seat. If they’re hot, and this is my own personal judgment, then let them fly by the seat of their yoga pants.

It’s the “girls” and their mothers who sexualize themselves – with the pants. Gurl power. The airlines merely try to impose a few standards. I have no standards. That is, unless the yoga pants are fitted onto something the size of a hippopotamus. That great fear is what keeps me off commercial flights.

My rules for yoga pants: If you’re 22, toned, and hot, then you go girl! If you’re not 22, toned, and hot, then you go girl – go and change.

I did find a picture approximating what may have happened: