17 April 2026
At home, I dress ultraâcasually â gym shorts and a Tâshirt, or, if itâs cooler, old wornâout jeans with holes and a wrinkled tee. I donât usually go out in public like that. When I leave the house, I put on clean, ironed clothes. Yes, yes, I know: irons are so 20th century. Be that as it may â and I love saying that because it sounds vaguely gangstery â I go out in public cleaned up and pressed. Still casual, but put together.
Itâs not what I see when I travel out among the English.
(And for the record, âout among the Englishâ is borrowed from the 1985 film Witness, where Harrison Ford plays a detective hiding in an Amish community. An Amish traveler heading to New York is warned, âBe careful out there among the English.â If you havenât seen it, itâs worth watching.)
Anyway, when Iâm out in public, I often see people dressed in ways that would make me hesitate to step into my own front yard. Iâm not criticizing â just observing. In a way, I find it fascinating, maybe even anthropological. Though to be fair, I only ever took the intro course in anthropology back in college.
What Iâve come to realize is that everyoneâs ânormalâ isnât the same. People â even here in Louisiana â live in slightly different subcultures where they fit perfectly and feel not the slightest bit out of place anywhere, they go. And to be sure, I havenât always been so selfâconscious myself. Iâve gone out in dirty, ripped gym shorts and a sleeveless tee, proudly showing off muscles I didnât actually have.
From whence I come.
âYou can never be overdressed or overeducated.â â Oscar Wilde
âNormal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.â â Charles Addams
âAnthropology demands the openâmindedness with which one must look and listen.â â Margaret Mead
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