I am required to wear a uniform everyday. Everyday except Fridays.
On Fridays, we are allowed to wear whatever we like, within reason.
My clothes reflect my personality. My heart lives in a wild forrest or field, or perhaps the dust covered blacktop of some long forgotten highway. Comfortable boots, jeans, and a T-shirt, (or perhaps one of the more illustrious “wife-beaters”) are the perfect camouflauge for such a freedom laden environment.
This, unfortunately, is not “within reason.”
You see, during the week, the standards are clearly laid out. Compliance to the rule is not questioned. The dress code is standardized and under iron clad resolutions. The control is explicit and unwavering. During the week, I dress like a Totalitarian.
Friday is different.
Fridays are worse.
No longer is the rule explicitly stated, but rather, it is forced to the interior of a persons very nature. “Within Reason” means, “within a reasonable taste.” If your taste happens to fall outside of what is considered “reasonable” then it is not the clothes you happen to wear on a Friday that get you into trouble, but rather, it is your own unreasonable nature.
Casual Fridays ask us to conform our very natures to the system, all the while giving lip service to freedom.
On Fridays, I dress like a Facist.
Is America doomed to the same fate? Are we corraled into the valley of death with the twin peaks of Communism and Facism walling us in on either side? During the week, do we dress like Yobamma?
Or, on Fridays, do we dress like McClown?
