When I was growing up in the 50s my parents were firm believers in the maxim "children should be seen and not heard". That's why they didn't mind if I plopped myself down in front of that black and white picture-producing device in the corner of the living room. And boy what a world I escaped to. The Cisco Kid, Circus Boy and - my favourite - Adventures of Superman. I suppose the attraction with the latter was the fellow could fly. And I'd never seen a guy in tights before. The poor guy had to fly around with his underwear on the outside of his pants. Odd.
In later years, in the 60s, I got hooked on Batman. Like Superman, they belonged to the fraternal order of men in tights. But - and this was new - they also had female villains...who wore tights; Julie Newmar and Eartha Kit each taking a turn as Cat Woman, a villain torn between loving Batman and wanting to kill him.
They kind of reminded me of Elly May of the Beverly Hillbillies and Daisy from the Dukes of Hazard. Their characters didn't really add a lot to the dialogue or the plot development. But their tight "costumes" contributed immensely to the scenery.
I wasn't into The Hulk. He just yelled and turned green. His clothes got tight as he grew but he didn't have any scantily clad lady friends.
The Six Million Dollar Man, followed by The Bionic Woman were interesting shows. And the characters sounded like a taut spring whenever they ran or jumped. Hoaky sound effects aside, who could forget the "fembots" Jamie had to battle from time to time. Not me.
Which leads me to my favourite television super hero...a female, of course...Wonder Woman. I can't really recall any of the series' plot lines. But I'll never forget those tights. What there were of them!