We would love to invite you to join a crazy gathering we are having today, whatever your name is or isn't.
I'm 48. Be frank. I like to believe age has nothing to do with clothing, as Eve put it more eloquently here recently, but I certainly push that -- Boy Scout shirts and these barettes I used to wear all over my head circa 1992, or whenever Chia Pet existed -- and all. Again, be frank. Insult me. I can use it. By the way, I'm in the office wearing this, just so you know.