Lol, Angie! *Drink the kool aid, eat the sausage.* Good point. I'm delusional about how tribal I really am or have ever been. Haha. Because...
Interesting thoughts, interesting thoughts, dearhearts. You point out to me (little beknownst to y'all, or maybe y'all do know) that, actually, I was always a terrible member of my own tribe. I got into an argument with the recruiter for Brown University because I thought he was awfully white gloves and ivory towers. Not that there aren't salt-of-the-earth preppies out there who keep calm and carry on (at Brown even, hehe). There are, and I admire them, and it's why I've never felt totally rejectful. But there's also a tremendous amount of dead weight. It's totally true, style tribes are far less suffocating. I cannot be appointed by my shoes to direct people to take their coffee into the salon after dinner.
I both mind and don't mind conformity. I mind it because I'm so bad at it - the peer pressure doesn't register with me as I believe it should - and I'm rather fond of it because it impresses me. I have a really hard time saying crazy things to get my daily meal. I'll never forget this one guy I knew who thought "women should stay home in the kitchen" but, get this, wasn't sure he was good being the sole breadwinner. If only I didn't notice the discrepancies, I'd be set!
I have to ponder more on the matter of virtually connected tribes. That's a very very good point. The tribal experience feels different because of the medium. Can't be marched to Nordstrom for a blue blazer like dad would do. And, of course, YLF embodies more than clothes. There *is* a way of being in the world embodied by YLF that I take to heart. It's probably more important than the clothes - ok, well, as important, hehe. My word for it is graciousness.
And I don't suppose we have a cuisine too: Melkterts! Hehe.
Ok, but I do remember my first Vogue, and I was far more definitive about style. Perhaps that was the arrogant ignorance of youth that likes to make proclamations...