But some pieces of science are interpreted by university press offices who deliver them back to me. Sometimes, the message is so strong that I am nevertheless impressed, and need tooooooooooooo tell my beloved followers. Like an article I just read: “Modern Parenting may hinder brain development.”
As that kid in Peanuts says, “AAUUGGHH!” I had always believed that civilization progressed only forward. I became a history buff when I was a child largely because I believed a dictum (which was once attributed to Harry S. Truman; more recently, I think, to Winston Churchill and now, to George Santayana.)
Research marches on.
I have been sometimes asked ahead of time if and how a woman can avoid this. For many years I have been recommending pre-marital evaluations to friends as well as patients. Many years ago women were shocked and shrugged their shoulders. I was “ruining” romance. I always told them that it was their call how they chose to live life.
I really feel flattered and honored when someone comes up to me in a parking lot and tells me I have the best fashion sense he has ever seen. It is especially nice because I am with my husband. Usually this sort of thing happens when someone ambushes me during the 15 minutes or so I have been separated from my husband at Walmart, so I have to file a support with him after the fact.
But this time he was an eye witness.
To see what I mean go to my Instagram page. And why not follow me on Instagram so you never miss out on my latest hijinx?
I have read a bit about how fashions are supposed to have an effect on the stock market and politics and heaven knows what else.
I wear fashions because of how they make me feel. Today it was sunshine yellow because I was hit with a streak of optimism.
I have since heard of “fashion psychology” as a field. Fashion psychologists sit with women finding out what colors they have preferred, and what styles, and helping them choose a new wardrobe for, presumably, a happier future.
In this way, at least, I do not think I am so complicated. I love the styles I grew up loving in the latter half of the twentieth century.
I could not purchase the clothes of female authority then, for I was both too financially challenged and too heavy.
My favorite color changed from blue to purple to hot pinks and magentas as I found a little success and optimism.
If you feel good about yourself when you look in the mirror, what you are wearing is a very good choice.