When I was downtown earlier today I saw a woman dressed in an outfit of three highly improbable pieces — improbable, given each piece’s color, texture, pattern, and fabric. Yet, this woman somehow manged to pull it off.
Her top was a simple white T-shirt printed with a complex, mostly gray design. Her skirt was an amazingly thick, greenish-yellow fabric worn in pleats. Her tights were a purplish plaid. Not in my wildest most drunken imaginings would I ever have thought those things would be attractive together. But they were!
I thought she was so clever, I wanted to give her a standing ovation.
But, of course, I was already standing when I saw her, and — as a male — I can’t ovulate, so I sensibly judged there was no point in my trying to give her a standing ovation.