Hi. It’s been a long time, but I would be remiss if I missed this day and did not acknowledge the anniversary of the March on Washington. (By the way, if you’re interested in Martin Luther King Jr.’s speech in 1963, you might be interested in his “Give Us the Ballot” speech at Prayer Pilgrimage for Freedom in 1957.)
Freedom is the name of the game. It does not matter if you’re black or white or if you’re tattooed or if you’re a self-proclaimed punk or if you’re a transvestite or if you’re a Sikh or if you wear a burqa or anything else involving freedom of fashion. Here are the lyrics from “Freedom” by George Michael that resonate with me and I hope resonate with you (think of substituting “you” in the lyrics for the employer):
“I think there’s something you [the employer] should know.
I think it’s time I told you [the employer] so.
There’s something deep inside of me.
There’s someone else I’ve got to be.
Take back your picture in a frame.
Take back your singing in the rain.
I just hope you [the employer] understand
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man.”
Now, you might be thinking, “What? I thought this blog was all about clothes.” It is and isn’t. It’s about having the freedom to express yourself through clothing, to express who you really are. Now if you have to change your clothing to get a job and pay the bills, if you have to repress who you are, if you have to plug into the matrix, then you are not free.
Some say that “job” stands for “just over broke,” which means that we are being kept as salary slaves or wage-earning slaves. If you consider UN Agenda 21, the 45 goals of the Communist Manifesto in the US Congressional Record, Executive Order 13603, the state of the banks (see Thrive Movement), and the state of prisons (see The House I Live In), that is essentially what the government wants us to be.
By standing up for yourself, even if it is just by wearing black nail polish, you are saying that you will not kowtow. You will not be a slave. And you will not be segregated. Because, as we all know, “separate but equal” does not really exist; it’s not equal.
We should not have to suffer because we chose not to worship at the Church of the Sheeple. We should not have to endure our rights being taken away from us because we were born this way. We have the right to wear what we want and to define who we are. We have the right to decide if people should see us on first impression or if people should see someone the employer wants us to be. We should not starve for being born this way.
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