Growing up, when you got dressed for school or to go out in public, did you ever have a parent tell you to go back and change your outfit?
Yes, and I took issue with it
Yes, but looking back, they were right to tell me to do so
Yes, and I was indifferent to the situation
Yes, but it only happened like once or twice
No, this never happened to me
If this did happen to me, I donât remember it
Nuance/Poll Submitter, You Missed An Option
Growing up, when you got dressed for school or to go out in public, did you ever have a parent tell you to go back and change your outfit?
Yes, and I took issue with it
Yes, but looking back, they were right to tell me to do so
Yes, and I was indifferent to the situation
Yes, but it only happened like once or twice
No, this never happened to me
If this did happen to me, I donât remember it
Nuance/Poll Submitter, You Missed An Option
I said I don't remember, but more I think about it likely to a strong yes. Not because of being inappropriate, more because of weather. Something too hot or too cold.
For the most part I dressed fairly normally in high school. When I got in with the art room crowd in 9th grade, I started to dye my hair black and wear solid colors (white shirts under black long sleeves with black or brown corduroy pants and grey and black Airwalks). In 10th grade, that escalated to band tees and chains on wallets as well as Doc Martens and JNCO jeans with lots of random patches (or the cheap Bugle Boy knockoffs I had). In 11th grade the hair became all sorts of random colors...some with dayglo polkadots, stripes, and stars. I started wearing long coats in the winter months, and the clothing trended towards darker colors. Senior year I wore just about whatever I wanted. Some of it intentionally outlandish and made to provoke. My mom aided and abetted me the whole time. Bleaching my hair, buying me clothes, shoes, chains, glasses, etc. She bought me a ring in the shape of a skull at the start of Senior Year and I wore it every day (and kept wearing it until 2002).
My mom and I had fun pushing the envelope just enough. Some of those memories of her dying my hair ever more outlandish colors are some of the last memories I have of her before she died in July of 2000.
















