|Nothing about monocles|
in here. Uncool.
Despite the supposed popularity of such a look in prep schools or Ivy League universities, public school eighth graders didn't wear ties if they could help it. It was the first time I realized I was differently minded. Fortunately, this particular peculiarity was socially acceptable; unfortunately, it was a gateway to a more severe sort of deviancy.
By the middle of my freshman year in high school, dressing Preppy wasn't enough.
|Clown or Cool?|
|I thought I looked like Joseph Smith.|
Maybe I should have gone with a cravat.
|Now imagine her much less|
pretty and with a goatee.
I obeyed the letter of the Dress Code, if not the spirit. Still, I was treated like a second-class citizen, subjected to meetings and interviews that my roommates weren't despite their near-constant viewing of Singled Out on MTV.
The lesson here, kids, is when people judge you for looking funny, know that it gets better. It gets better because eventually you will stop dressing that way. A forty-year-old teacher wearing blue lipstick is making no kind of statement.