Aw, garsh.

I remember when we used to wear costumes to class for no good reason. Feel like wearing a top hat and tails? Wear 'em to American History. Feel like dressing like a monk? Go ahead to the coffee house -- someone will think it's fun. One day the man who was to become my husband showed up in a suit and tie, which hardly anyone really *got* at first. His statement was that it's ALL costume, it's all perspective, and that's elastic. It doesn't really mean anything, except what we say it means, but we all act as if there are clay tablets somewhere saying what we may and must not wear, how we may and must not act...

Not a bad line of thinking for a bunch of kids...