One of my friends here strongly identifies as a goth. She seems to have two uniforms: the one she wears to work, and the full goth regalia she dons in her free time: multiple heavy belts, black forearm gloves, spike-studded bracelets, the works. She sometimes wears clothing that isn’t black, but only if it fits the theme: a silver on grey sleeveless t-shirt embossed with designs of broken wings, and the like. It stands out, but I can’t prove that my fashion sense is any better now, let alone when I had just turned twenty.
I saw her for a few minutes today showing her how to find the software rotation setting for her monitor–she had texted me saying “Help! My cat sat on my computer and turned the screen upside-down!” I’m a fairly task-focused individual; my attention was entirely directed towards finding the rogue setting. It was only as I was on my way out the door that I realized that she was dressed in clothing that on anyone else I would find unremarkable: khakis, some sort of light shirt.
Our friendship is entirely platonic; I think we’re both more comfortable that way. Still, it would have been nice to have been able to come up with some way of telling her that she looked good like that.
Ah, I know exactly what you mean. I, too, have a rather goth friend to whom I often wish I could say, “Hey, you look good” but never do because I can’t figure out how to say it, either. Small world.
It goes like this, “Hey you look good!”
So you geeks, throw caution to the wind and tell the girls they look good.