Hahahaha... I remember that, a while ago, some friends and I were discussing Stalinism in a coffee shop- get the party started! No, it was on a day when all of us in the Russian society had to go to a seminar in Birmingham, UK. Then, unexpectedly, one friend asked me, 'Did you hear that Stalin has been voted Number One Communist Sex God?' I started spewing my cappuccino with laughter, and responded ?'Aha, I can sense a market that is just waiting to be exploited.' For a laugh, we almost got enough people to film an anti-pornography pornography film called ?'Das Kapital III: The revenge,' in which the most memorable line was ?'dominate me, Stalin.' I do not know what the hell we were thinking.
On a note more related to the subject:
1) Schoolgirls and French maids: yes, I do not know any sane man who would object to the schoolgirl/ French maid styles; I do not know why

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2) Teacher: to me, I think the teacher style is the epitome of hot. I remember when I was in school; I had a number of extremely weird, liberal teachers. One teacher, Miss. Martin, is ingrained in the memory of us all. From my diary from quite a few years ago:
PSE was rather odd with Mrs. Martin; she started spontaneously rubbing her fingers down on my neck at one point. She had us all jump up and down for five minutes- I am not lying- and then she whispered to me, ?'will you stop the clock in fifteen seconds? This bra is killing me; I should have worn a sports bra.'
Our Italian teacher too... oh man, she was highly attractive. I can still remember every hue of her hair today.
3) 1800s French/English style: I am part of a group of (probable) nutcases who love the styles of the early nineteenth century; corsets, suspenders, long dancing dresses. Think Lizzy Bennet from Pride and Prejudice, but with more rawness. It reminds me of the day when we had a whole 1800s day, where we all wore the fashions of the time, rode around in carriages and had a huge soirée in a manor at night... all for charity, of course! I should do that again