Posh St Cuthberts in Auckland's posh Epsom is a leader in this forward-looking field.
A pupil of the school, said to look 14 or 15, stripped off to a bikini and fishnet tights last week, reportedly in an initiation rite for her football team.
She held a sign reading, "Toot for Strip", with every toot of a car horn saucily removing another garment.
Folks on the busy Rotorua street enjoyed the spectacle while three adults, said to be with the group, stood by grinning - in admiration or amusement, or more likely both.
This is what young women are for, after all. To strip in public, to titillate, is to be empowered.
In a less interesting feminist performance piece, another St Cuthberts girl ran through a Rotorua supermarket in her swimsuit and towel.
Possibly she was deemed unworthy of the fishnets, and this was a consolation prize.
Their headmistress was displeased with these forays into the real world.
I guess the parents could be too, because they pay heaps to send their daughters to this private school with the dainty motto, "By love serve".
A Year 13 boarder costs her parents $35,000 in fees there, plus the inevitable extras for zillions of dollars more.
St Cuthberts girls wear their uniform ankle-length, the school publicity shows, and that's modest; it will make their stripteases all the more alluring.
They wear shirts and ties, as I once did in a greatly inferior, but nonetheless pretentious, boarding school. Strangely, nudity was a noteworthy state even then, despite the reality of communal showers, having to share bathtubs in junior school, and endless exposure to other girls' un-alluring bodies in the dormitory.
Being lower in the posh scale, our parents were less lovely than those at the top, and so were we.
We were not imaginative with our initiation rites, but I recall a new girl in a junior dormitory being told to strip off and dance about naked. At which point we lost interest, and she put them back on again.
The idea that males should be looking on to make that worthwhile was lost on us, since we seldom saw any, which shows the difference between a posh school with brainy pupils.
At my school, we were dullards, but a staggering 45 per cent of St Cuthberts students won university scholarships last year, and Metro names it as a top Auckland school. You'd expect finesse.
We lacked the capacity to exploit nudity greatly in those distant days, but there's no problem now, with smart phones always at the ready.
It's to their credit that the bright St Cuthberts girls get the point. They've had Madonna for a role model, after all, not St Theresa, and there's Miley Cyrus, with her jaunty icecream nipple tassels, for inspiration.
They see all around them what the real world is like, and they're fully prepared for Facebook and its tributaries, where revealing your genitals, or at the very least stripping off, is expected, and the nicest people twerk.
It's a neo-feminist thing. It's good for a young woman to own her sexuality and tease the boys, and we shouldn't criticise.
The best we can do is encourage, like the adult onlookers in the Rotorua event reportedly did, and quietly pass the fishnets. And if a seventies feminist finds the prospect enticing, and thinks she wants to join in, she should be warned that fishnet tights do not (thank god) come in an XXXL. You've got to draw the line somewhere.
• Rosemary McLeod is a journalist and author
