Dressing as a normal

This was B's post:

Shoes are essential. If you are a girl, your shoes should be as impractical as possible. It takes only three points to define a plane upon which you can stand, so find shoes whose bottom is as close to two points as possible. Boys, studies show that girls only care about your shoes, so get shoes that are as shiny as possible---Normal girls like shiny objects!

Once you have the shoes covered, the rest is basically irrelevant. That's why girls in Normal porn wear shoes but nothing else.

These are Slick's thoughts:

Dressing as a normal requires a lack of creativity. What makes someone normal? The bulk of people dress/act/think/behave as they do. They're in the sweet spot of the that normal distribution, where they can share clothes with just about everyone, because they're average (and therefore have more friends than you or I do). It's a skill normals have: they naturally find the most common outfit/trend/preferences/etc. 60% of people are wearing yellow this season? Color my wardrobe goldenrod!

If you're not a normal, you might not enjoy shopping at Gap, or Banana Republic, or J. Crew. You might enjoy finding bargains at, gasp, thrift stores. Or maybe looking in the old woman's section of the department store for bizarre clothes at senior citizen prices. Or sewing a new dress out of old neckties. But when you try to get a job working for normals (and hopefully, for a normal paycheck), you wanna look like one of them. You want to blend in. You WANT to look like everyone else. So, do what you usually don't: shop at a chain store, and do your best to leave not feeling miserable. I do this by walking into a Banana Republic, and putting together random things. I end up looking more like me than the mannequin, but my potential for leaving looking like a freak all but disappears. You will not look artsy, schlumpy, or crunchy wearing your GAP outfit out of the store. You will affect normalcy, and this will help you in your interactions.

Don't forget! You'll need to get your accessories at a normal store, too. If left to my own devices, I might wear a chunky African necklace with my sweater set from Anne Taylor. So I let one of the dazed and very peppy sales ladies pick out my bag, my necklace, the socks/hose and the shoes. I take no chances. This is serious business.