We live in a very different world from our grandparents. From a song I hear often on iTunes:

With my high starched collar
and my high topped shoes
and my hair piled high upon my head,
I went to lose a jolly
hour on the trolly
and lost my heart instead.

With his light brown derby and his bright green tie
he was quite the handsomest of men ...

and it goes on in a similar vein. While the motivations are the same, everything else? Drastically different. Can any reasonably normal woman of 2005 conceive of putting on a high starched collar and high topped shoes and piling her hair on top of her head to go ride the trolley for an hour? How about BART? The El? The New York subway? I know lots of women, and probably men too, pile their hair on top of their head and lose an hour on public transit, but I don't think they're looking to lose a jolly hour. Or not the same sort of jolly hour this woman is talking about.