To use the words of Erin Brokovich in the movie with the same name: "Well, as long as I have one as instead of two, I'll wear what I like if that's all right with you".
The daughter of a friend of mine once told me when I was wearing pink one day: "You're too old to wear pink now". She said she was joking, I do hope she was, since the whole idea of colours being gender or age limited is ridiculous. Who came up with all that nonsense of pink for girls and blue for boys anyway? It's gotten to the point where entire colours are off limits for boys. What's to say a boy can't wear pink? Just because somewhere out there, a long time ago, somebody decided that this just wasn't appropriate?
Well, interestingly enough, researchers are actually discovering that girls being inclined to like pink is actually a biological preference. These findings are relatively new, so who knows.
Anyway, about age and clothes. I will never let myself be defined by my age. I don't see why I should. Why should I give up on certain colours and clothing styles simply because I'm a certain age? Until the day I feel like dressing frumpy, or am forced to because of the laws of physics, I will continue to wear what I like. I've never been into mini-skirts and tight tops, so don't worry, I will not become eyesore once I'm 55, flabby and overpowered by cellulite. But I refuse to start thinking of certain colours as too young for me, and I don't plan to succumb to wearing dowdy clothes just because it's expected of someone my age group. Naturally, I will not wear clothes that are unflattering, and I except my taste to mature as I get older, but I'll never allow society to place me in some sort of age bracket when it comes to what I wear.
This goes for everything, not only clothes. We should be allowed to be as childish and youthful as we want without people frowning on it. Does being a mature, responsible adult have to equal being dull as dishwater?
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