My attempted teenage rebellion...
I was home for the holidays, and being 15 or so, was in my "I'm a teenage rebel" phase. My mother decided that as it was my first weekend back, I should go to the local village church with her, pay my respects to God and say hello to all the little village ladies.

I wanted them to think I was well 'ard, a sociopathic rebel who played by her own rules and was a dangerous (and therefore secretly cool) person.

So I wore:
1 pair combat trousers (I was a cadet at school)
1 green t-shirt
1 pair Doc Martins (furry suede)
1 stripy ethnic-looking alice band
1 carefully crafted expression of world-weary rebellious disdain (well, that was what my gurning was meant to convey).

SO having gone to quite a lot of effort to put together a badass outfit, imagine my pique when my mother, her little friends and the bloody vicar didn't run for the hills, screaming in terror and wondering what happened to the lovely little girl I used to be, but actually said "hello dear, you look nice today. very fashionable".

I got home and realised I looked like a sad little girl trying to be mean and impressive when it was patently obvious that I was still, underneath it all, a sensitive and nice person who wouldn't want to rip someone's arms off for "looking at me funny". pah.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Wed 30 Aug 2006, 12:21, Reply)