I’d describe both my demeanor and style as urban cowgirl. My standard outfit consists of Levi’s, a black T-shirt and Frye boots. I live in New York City and that’s pretty much an acceptable dress code for everywhere. Maybe not Le Cirque or Daniel, but I don’t frequent either of those restaurants.
My wardrobe is not a question—or in question—anywhere except at work, where I am quite suspect. I'm out as a dyke, but still have to conform to an “upscale business casual” dress code for a boss who is very old school in her thinking.
For example, she has demanded I wear a suit to our next new business meeting. She actually bought the suit! NO, I don’t mean she chose it—she gave me her credit card and...