"I'm not wearing these clothes because I want to," I began saying slowly, "I'm wearing them because all my clothes are gone. And it's only temporary."
"Temporary or not, you're stuck with them. As long as you wear them, she went on, "you should wear them properly. Honor them a little."
"But I'm telling you , it's not my choice to to wear them," I tried to explain. I just couldn't seem to make her understand.
"You know, every woman in the world could say that," she replied.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"A woman doesn't choose the fashion of the world she's born into. It's not her choice to war women's clothes. It's an obligation. It doesn't matter if Helen and I like wearing what we're wearing. It's the office dress code, we have to. And you think we enjoy waxing our legs?" she asked rhetorically. "Hell no. It hurts But we do it because the clothes we wear require us to."