Here's Seattle for you: Author Jeremy Rifkin, dressed in a beautiful suit with a crisp white shirt and one of those gray silk ties with a pink-y shimmer, took a moment to look over his audience before he began speaking at Town Hall last Friday night. And then he said, "I overdressed."
"It's Seattle," somebody called out. We dress casual.
I was there. I had a sort of date for Town Hall. I had put on a slim black skirt with a row of pleats around the hem that makes me feel French, my ankle-high black boots with high heels, and a lipstick called "Captive"(!). I took the #5 from Fremont to Third and Spring. Just on the edge of downtown, an African American man who looked like he buys his clothes at REI got on the bus. He was in high spirits, and feeling social. He looked at me and said approvingly, "You look like you're going out."
"I've got a date," I said. We chatted a little bit, and then I had to get off. As I did, he said, "Be a lady."
And I said, "I will be a lady."
Sweet. I don't know why anybody goes places in cars.
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