As creatures of habit (or banal people who just go along with whatever our friends are doing/wearing/thinking/eating), most choices become de rigeur on this campus. Go to the Keg on Monday. Take Human Sexuality. Get drunk on Dillo Day. Fake 21. For ladies, there’s a new custom: Find the perfect dress for class.
I love the appeal of sun dresses. They provide the option of rolling out of bed and putting on one piece of clothing (underwear optional?) that usually looks better than if they had gone through the effort of coordinating several items. I’ve always been jealous. I’m not looking to wear a dress, but the fact that girls can make an outfit with one purchase is unfair. If only togas would come back. I digress.
Given the freedom of the one-article outfit, dresses are obviously various in style, price and trendiness. This quarter, ladies are sassing it up
