Someone on Quora was asking: “How many women sleep nude?”
There have been scores of surveys over the years, and no two of them ever seemed to agree; certainly I have no way of conducting my own research, as it were. But this answer, by TV writer Jenn Lloyd, resounds with what sounds to me like the ring of truth:
I used to, until I moved to Los Angeles and became stricken with the fear that I would be found nude under the rubble of my own home following a major earthquake. Nobody needs to see that on the evening news.
“Hey, it’s not my fault,” grumbled Saint Andrew.