I've adopted various styles: punk, rebel, grunge, minimalist, funky, bohemian, edgy rock -- confusing people into thinking my style was eclectic. In fact, I was being true to my current state of mind, en par with my evolving taste.
I tried the suit, in its strictest, mannish form, for a day at the office. Just a shirt and brogues. Walking down the street, I missed the sound of my heels. No "clickity clack" while walking, no swaying, no teetering. My steps were quick and paced like a metronome.
It's another moment for me of realizing the urgency of political action. Guns have long been a problem in this country. But the recent spate of horrific shootings have awaked the nation and President Obama to the need to rise up.
A case in point is my own ugly phase. I think back to my least favorite first day in class back in the 1950s and how it all turned out. It reads funny now, but I really felt the pain. Perhaps it will ease someone else's.