All over America, people are making kamikaze choices about what to wear. They are misrepresenting the goods. They are letting their clothes write checks that their personalities cannot cash.

If there is such a person on the planet, then he or she-this self-appointed arbiter of “appropriateness”-deserves to be confronted with as many “inappropriate” transgressions as possible.

The charming shall inherit the Earth.

Why be formal when you can be fabulously feral? Why be conventional when you can be happy?

The message of a leopard-print jumpsuit is clear: 'I am a huntress who delights in eating the offal of her prey.'

The important thing is not to be masochistic. Women are so hard on themselves. Don't do that. No one is keeping score.

Wearing a pair of yellow shoes does not make you an interesting person, that is of course unless you've just murdered someone in them.