In standard High WASP tradition, one would rather wither in obscurity than be seen trying. Better to settle for a cultural costume then to attempt Fashion. (One might wonder whether it’s not dreadfully tiring to use the pronoun one all the time. Yes. It is.)
In my case, the cultural costume of Northern California High WASPs means Levi’s, white tee, new peanut-colored Prada cardigan, Ferragamo Varinas. The Varinas for a certain My-Aunt-Wore-Them je ne sais quoi. Oh, and oone tall, handsome, retired professor of English as power accessory. Dad was the second director of the Humanities Center, back when. Thanks Pops. You’re better than Bittar.
I know, of course, that it doesn’t matter one whit what I wear. I do not plan to besiege the woman nor, most likely, even to say more than “How do you do?” should the chance arise. But it’s kind of fun to run my old sartorial anxiety movie and remember how the theater light flickered, and how the film ran, clickety clack, clickety clack.
01 What would you wear to this function?
02 Who is your own private Horyn?
03 Extra pencil or use a pen?
04 Compare and contrast the use of accessories in Miuccia Prada’s recent show to relevant sources in The Preppy Handbook. Extra credit for reference to True Prep updates.
05 Did you know Bloom’s The Anxiety of Influence can be found on Google Books? I did not.
You have 90 minutes. Please bring the blue book to the front of the lecture hall when you’re finished. Be sure to sign the honor pledge. Begin.