Why I didn't really like suits growing up

January 14, 2019 (published April 9, 2021)

When I see a suit [it used to make me feel] anxious. It makes me feel like people don’t recognize their vulnerability. They seem so unprepared. Disaster strikes and it all means nothing.

I see a suit, and I see no spirit. No readiness, no determination to be able to adapt. I see “I am ready only for the predictable,” and hearI have been reduced to straight lines and being ready only for the predictable.”
I see doing exactly and only what is expected of you. Not a spirit ready for the unexpected, to handle it, to be anything outside of the most normal.
There is something so unnerving about seeing people in disasters wearing suits. It is a reminder of our daily vulnerability, about how we typically live our lives not prepared externally at least for the unexpected. It does not look like evidence of a ready spirit.
It looks naive. It reveals a misplaced trust in the day and in every person who passes by.
I hate taking the bus in a pencil skirt. If you’ve ever tried to run more than a kilometre in one you’d understand why.