this morning. Perhaps he was just trying to be funny, but it reminds me of the day, in eighth grade, when I was dragged in to the vice-principal's office because I had been wearing make-up to school. Quite a lot of it, actually : bad Dali-like things, done in liner, falling from my eyes. The vice-principal and I had a grudging respect for one another, but by the end of our meeting he had lost most of mine. The school had students spanning grades K - 11 and the vice-principal was concerned for the younger kids because they "saw the world in black and white." Boys wore pants and no makeup, while girls wore dresses and makeup. I was "confusing them".