So my grandfather told me when I was a little girl, If you say a word often enough, it becomes you.

The whole point of acts of idiocy is that they leave you totally uninsured they leave you exposed to the world and exposed to your own vulnerability and fallibility in face of, frankly, a fairly indifferent universe.

Only later would I see the dresses also as a proclamation that in your dim kitchen, your laundry, your bleak concrete yard, what you revealed of yourself was a fabulation your real sensual nature, veiled in those sexless vestments, was utterly your dominion.