I'm a fashionista.
I'm obsessed with clothes.
I'm a woman so this is not really that suprising, but sometimes I even amaze myself at the outfits I come up with. Can I just brag a little bit and say that I've won two best-dressed awards in the last three years: the first being at the end of medschool,( Best dressed student) and the second at the end of internship (best dressed intern).
That being said - not even I would go to the lengths this guy, my patient, did for fashion:
My patient last night was absolutely distraught. He was crying when he told me that while he was walking home he was held up by five men who demanded that he give them his money.
This he did willingly.
They then did the unthinkable horrific thing of asking him to hand over his wool-lined leather bomber jacket.
*insert blood-curdling-fashionista-scream here*
This man absolutely refused.
So the assailants pulled out their gun,and held it threateningly to his head.
Despite impending death, the man still refused.
Was this jacket a family heirloom? No.
Was it the last thing his father wore before dying a hero in the war? No.
It was just a really good-looking well cut real leather jacket.
The enraged gunmen, then used the back of the gun to butt him on the head, and forcibly removed his jacket.
My patient, instead of thanking his lucky stars that they did not shoot him, ran after them screaming and demanding that they give his jacket back, which is when they decided to stab him.
Did I mention that my patient was gay? Not that it's of any significance, other than the fact that only a very fashionable gay man could have more passion for clothes than a woman.
If only I had my awards with me last night I would have instantly, unthinkingly and ceremoniously presented them to this man.
Some women will kill for clothes. Some gay men , apparently, are prepared to die for them.
p.s. This post is dedicated to my mom, from whom I inherited the style gene.