When I was ten or eleven, my father took me clothes shopping. I fell in love with a dark green and black skirt and sweater set, but when I modeled it for my father he shook his head. “That’s way too much black for you,” he grumbled. “You’re too young.” I begged and pleaded, but to no avail; the skirt and sweater went back on the rack.
After reading Bruce Feiler’s column in yesterday’s New York Times, I’m tempted to call my dad and tell him how lucky he was that the sweater covered my chest and arms and the skirt reached my knees. Feiler, and the various experts he quotes, discuss what to do when daughters decide that they want to dress in a more provocative manner than their parents think they should. I’m already anticipating having many clothing arguments with my daughter in about a decade, so I was glad that several common-sense tactics were suggested.