The other night, I went over to a local club. As I got out of the car, I glanced down at myself and checked out my outfit. I was wearing khaki shorts, docksiders and a navy tee. I thought to myself, “do I look OK in this?” And I realized that I was born to wear this outfit.
I was dressed as an upper-middle class suburban. My parents struggled all their lives to let me wear those Docksiders. They worked long hours, gave up vacations and scrimped to pay for their education to get out of the city and live in a place where people wore khaki shorts.
I walked into the club confidentally.