I have two sisters. And a brother. I love my siblings. I see my middle sister most often. She lives very close to Berkeley. Also known in these parts as the People’s Republic of Berkeley. The most salient detail would seem to be that my sister has had a lot of education. She graduated from Harvard. She has her law degree from UC Berkeley, and also a Ph. D. in social welfare. She does work that I only vaguely understand in which she uses research to set policy on issues like homelessness, substance abuse, mothers, and children. In the context of a liberal High WASP family with a college professor patriarch, she has pretty much hit the ball out of the park.
But that’s secondary to me. That’s just how I know she met the standards we have all had to meet. My sister is special to me because she is so endearing. When she and I lived together in Manhattan for a while I used to feel quite bereft when she would go out for the evening. My sister also had and still has style. These days it’s a sporty, culturally referential, irreverent kind of style. I saw her recently. She was dressed like this but cooler. Anything one can imagine wearing, she will usually wear it cooler. Imagine that some of what she wore was trimmed in what I have had to represent with a random textile image from the frequently random Internet. Imagine that the blue shirt was maybe a color between blue and purple. Or just take my word for it. She looked great.
High WASP is one thing. Style is another. Dressing in such a way that your innate adorableness shows through is yet another. Adorable is high up on my list of things to appreciate.
My sister insists that many women in her area dress the way she does now. Well then. We all came from somewhere and most of us are now somewhere else. Adaptive coloration is a species-saving trait. Evidently you don’t need to lose your soul in saving your self.