Take your pants off.

When you go to put on clothes in the morning, 
what are you thinking?

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Or are you even thinking? 

Sometimes, I feel like my fashion choices are entirely visceral - like I can literally feel what's going to jive with my mood that day, 
and for that matter, 
what's not. 

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The things that I might decide to put on one day often seem to me unfathomable the next -
- even if I'm the same person with the same moody demeanor and the same pie-in-the-sky ambitions as the day before. 

It's really made me wonder what people did before the invention of fast fashion? Before changing it up every day was a legitimate option, and the only garb women had at their disposal was one of three custom gowns gifted to them by their loving mister-esses (I wikipediaed it - there's "no specific word in English for a "male mistress" ... shameful).  

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What did they do? Did they change their personalities? Their way of speaking? 
Did they numb themselves to the fact that they weren't dressed just as they'd like to be? 

Or did they maybe just lower their standards and allow for, say, a different color ribbon to satisfy their need for self expression?

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And if the last case is true, doesn't that make you wonder what other options might be waiting for us out in the big bad sartorial abyss? 

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Could pants just be the metaphorical ribbons? 

And if they are, 
then what are the metaphorical pants!?

Let's invent something. 

Cheers.