Friday Afternoon Confessional: Phoning it in
I confess that it was good to see E. Bolden last weekend. Perhaps she’ll realize the error of her ways and return to Chicago — certainly she must miss the beautiful winter weather.
I confess that it has taken me several weeks, but I’ve finally come to terms with the fact that buying cheap, packaged dress shirts was a bad idea. They puff out around the waist, won’t stay firmly tucked in, and — seemingly paradoxically — are too tight in the shoulders. The designers of this shirt apparently envisioned my weight being distributed very differently. I would’ve been better off with a medium from H+M.
I confess that one of my longest-lasting childhood complexes surrounds clothes. My family placed a real priority on me dressing well for school — perhaps for “class aspirational” reasons — and the result was that my closet was full of stuff that I felt very uncomfortable wearing. My response to this wasn’t to push back, but instead to try to avoid thinking about such issues, so that the cycle continued.
Only in the last couple years have I actually come to the point of thinking about how I want to present myself. In particular, in the last couple months, I’ve done two major purges of my closet, getting rid of all the stuff I never wear and all the oversized clothes that my family, being midwesterners, never fail to buy me. I think the results have been pretty good so far, but the dress shirt debacle shows me that I still have much to learn.
I’m getting really good at tying a tie, though, at least.
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