Frivolous Dressorder The Commute Review

So I started small. A hat shaped like a pineapple. A scarf woven from old cassette tape. Then, last Monday, I committed the sin of all sins: I wore a full-body sequined jumpsuit the color of a fire alarm, boarded the 7:15 express, and sat directly across from Marshall P. Grimes, Vice President of Compliance.

They had cameras on the subway platforms. On the turnstiles. On the trains . Helix-Gray had somehow bribed the MTA. Frivolous Dressorder The Commute

The security monitor beeped. A red light flashed. I stood there, pineapple on my head, waiting. So I started small

“Fighting the dress code.” She adjusted a mirrored cuff. “They’ve been trying to catch me for three years. I’ve worn a lampshade, a kite, and one time, a functional birdhouse.” She tapped her temple. “You have to think like them. Predict the cameras. Then give them something to really look at.” Then, last Monday, I committed the sin of