By: Lynn Peril
The underpinning of my wardrobe for decades now.
The politics of clothing are complex.
This jacket makes me feel good every time I wear it.
These items please my inner Edith Prickley.
I’ve been dancing in a dead woman’s clothes more than once.
Just look at that gorgeous lamé fabric!
There’s nothing like vintage gabardine.
I bought a men’s size XL and cut out the collar.
My sweater has a union label.
I could “generally be found in black leggings and a wool Pendleton.”
“1. Easy Bake Oven. 2. Game Barnabas Collins.”
“We couldn’t put Mother in the series.”
“Love’s another sterile gift, another shit condition.”
Radio in hand, Mandrake heads for General Ripper’s office.
Could 50-foot Nancy be read as a metaphor for women’s anger?