Pattern Confliction

I like plaid. I am not a farmer. I think plaid goes great with stripes. I am not a fashion star. Most of all I like plaid pants and a plaid shirt that clash. I do not care. Fashion sense does not abide me. Vogue and Cosmo will not be calling me. I will wear white in winter. Okay that is lie, I never wear white. White usually clashes with the red liquid I inevitably spill on myself if I do wear white. Old age has taught me that one thing. Avoid white. I'll probably never be a lab tech then either will I? How many careers have I locked myself out of just based on my fashion sense? Is this the reason I am perennially underemployed perhaps?

I have heard all of the platitude about clothes making the man and you judge a man by his shoes, but I have to tell you I think these platitudes are those of the people who just want to perpetuate the establishment. Rebels rebel in their clothes choices until they are co-opted by the fashion industry. Rebels must constantly challenge fashion convention. That is one of my goals this summer - challenge convention, challenge authority, get all of you to think about what you wear and why.

I am not sure how important such a thing is in reality, but it makes me feel good to say and do it. That too is what we all should be comfortable doing and saying what makes us feel good. Comfortable in what we wear, who we are and what we believe and damn the fools.