To dress up or not? Every morning, I wake up asking this question. Usually, I’m pretty torn. I could care less about the commentariat who thinks dressing in joggers and hoodies is the beginning of a downward spiral from self-respect and productivity. But on the days I dress up, I do so, not because some part of my superego is telling me I’m a slob, but because, on some fundamentally gratuitous level, it’s fun and pointless. Fashion for fashion’s sake. Because why not?
