When I first started seeing my now-spouse, she commented that she thought it would be nice if I added some flavor to my wardrobe that wasn’t black tee shirts with optional band/sportsball/nerd printing. So I gradually added some colors, but quickly realized that the brighter the shirt, the worse it looked on my fat gut. And it became tedious trying to find desaturated or earth tones in casual clothing (especially polos for work).
I eventually gave up and just started buying cheap black tees in bulk every few years, oversized so I could throw them in the dryer instead of hang drying them like I’d been doing for years to preserve the prints etc. The spoons set aside for wardrobe choices were better allotted elsewhere.
looks ahead
…I’m in this Penrose diagram and I don’t like it.