When did it all begin?
Posted: January 21st, 2023, 4:52 pm
Researching for my possible future book which has a section on rainwear, I have been pushing back in time to see if I can establish when it became not just a robust outdoor garment for men, but also a fashion item for women. From there to fetishism or simply a non-fetish interest, becomes an easy step. The 19th century psychologists such as Kraft-Ebbing and Freud never mention rubber rainwear fetishism although they describe many cases involving fur coats, leather gloves and "discarded" ladies' handerchiefs. It was only rubber and oilskins in the 19th C, nylon, PVC and PU and nylon being 20th C inventions. There is much literature on the web about this, most of it incorrect and judging by the similarity of the wording, copied from incorrect and unresarched sources. I tried searching newspaper archives by the colour of the rainwear and this threw up interesting variations. By the end of the 19th century, things had changed, as this item in the New York Journal in 1895 shows. One can read between the lines.
``While it was raining yesterday afternoon a neat young woman sat in the far end of a bridge car, buttoned up snugly in a heavy, long, blue mackintosh. She looked fresh and smiling, and her hat sat square on her head.
The few people in the car looked wet and smelled damp.
Men rested their umbrellas in the holes of the rubber flooring and the women held theirs out and let the little rivulets run down on their clothes.
Both men and women looked depressed and draggled, all but the little woman in blue mackintosh.
At length a middle-aged and well-dressed man who knew her and who felt so irritated at the day that he wanted to say something cross to some one, went and took the seat beside the blue mackintosh. "You women are such fools," he said, after the first greeting. "Such sights as I have seen today in the way of wet skirts and hosiery! Women look such frights in rainy weather, though you do look pretty decent." "Thank you," she said, a little amused, as the car stopped; "it's because of this," and she unbuttoned her mackintosh and threw it back. She had on a complete suit of bloomers. "The devil!" he said, She moved toward the door, and he followed slowly, while the conductor said, "Step lively." ''
Faced with the same circumstances today, I would definitely follow her off the bus.

``While it was raining yesterday afternoon a neat young woman sat in the far end of a bridge car, buttoned up snugly in a heavy, long, blue mackintosh. She looked fresh and smiling, and her hat sat square on her head.
The few people in the car looked wet and smelled damp.
Men rested their umbrellas in the holes of the rubber flooring and the women held theirs out and let the little rivulets run down on their clothes.
Both men and women looked depressed and draggled, all but the little woman in blue mackintosh.
At length a middle-aged and well-dressed man who knew her and who felt so irritated at the day that he wanted to say something cross to some one, went and took the seat beside the blue mackintosh. "You women are such fools," he said, after the first greeting. "Such sights as I have seen today in the way of wet skirts and hosiery! Women look such frights in rainy weather, though you do look pretty decent." "Thank you," she said, a little amused, as the car stopped; "it's because of this," and she unbuttoned her mackintosh and threw it back. She had on a complete suit of bloomers. "The devil!" he said, She moved toward the door, and he followed slowly, while the conductor said, "Step lively." ''
Faced with the same circumstances today, I would definitely follow her off the bus.


