Style Ode to a Tyrannical Muse (or Why I Love and Hate Fashion)

A passion for fashion is a dangerous thing. It can, if you're not careful, fool the eye into betraying the body. Just when you think it might be safe to go out in a thigh-high mini, the fashion oracles say it's the year of the catsuit. I'm going to wear a neck-to-toe unitard in public? No way. I have only to think ladies' room (worse: airplane lavatory) to dismiss such a pernicious garment from my wardrobe. What sensible woman wants to reveal her every -- and I do mean every -- curve and bulge? And who wants to look at them?


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