I've written a great deal already about the way we alter ourselves when we dress our bodies and launch ourselves into the world. Few of us indeed leave the house with literally zero concern for the impact of our apparel on others, even when our conscious mind doesn't willingly own that.
But what happens when we are alone?
Does Attire language cease to have function and validity when we're sitting on the sofa in our sweats re-watching Mean Girls? Of course it doesn't stop working with and for us. Its merely that the conversation becomes one that occurs entirely within us.
Does that mean we aren't part of the discussion any longer? Nope, sorry, we don't get to opt out. See, even when we are buck nekkid, the Attire language is still working. Tattooed? Have an interesting hair color? A well groomed beard? Pierced? Wearing a wedding band? If any of this applies to us, then, even when we have thrown our clothes into a pile on the bedroom floor and stepped, blissfully from them, we're attired. So the statement inside becomes; I get to finally jettison clothing, to separate myself from that. But that is no less a sartorial statement than if you're bundled up to the neck in a patterned snuggie.