So here I am – at a digital/tech conference – manning my company’s booth. I walk in with stacks of collateral-filled boxes, proud of myself for abandoning the suit today: opting for a more casual, subtle animal print skirt and crisp button down…it’s like I am one of the kids! I don’t represent The Man, rather I am hip like you over there, in your untucked tee bearing the name of your successful mobile application start up company…tell me that part about Zuckerberg again? I am met with skinny jeans, Chuck Taylors and denim jackets, and suddenly my get-up appears as edgy as Mary Poppins.
Of course I am foolish and self-centered to think anyone here cares about my fashion choices. More likely, they are judging the fact that I am hammering away on my PC (gasp!) and tickling the ebony keys of my blackberry (shudder) – immediately stripping whatever street cred I thought I was radiating.
Did I just spot argyle… oh, I am sure it was ironic. Sigh.