We do it every day, whether we realize it or not. We wear rituals all over our bodies, and we even sometimes make them permanent parts of us by tattooing or piercing ourselves, or making other modifications. I haven't spoken of this before in this way. but its important: perhaps the single most important thing in the whole construct of the Attire language.
It is the connection point, the life line, if you will, to our dim and essential beginnings. We create and foment rituals to carry us through our day, our world, and our lives. We still need them, you know, these little rituals, to make ourselves feel safe, and part of something greater than ourselves; so we won't feel so very alone.
But, when we choose to starve ourselves to fit a certain size dress, or pair of pants; when we work out relentlessly to have an 8 pack, or a butt you could break a tooth on; what is that but a ritual? What is it but a giving over of ourselves to something outside of us to which we feel we must claim allegiance? What is it but a desire to connect by physical, visual association, to a group, a tribe, a nation, or a culture?
Sometimes, the way we dress can take on the force of dogma. We must dress a certain way to do business, seek a mate, engage is socialization, approach our deity, if we believe in one, or face the death of a loved other. So, our speaking of the Attire language, can have a ritual, wrote aspect to it, as well as a free-wheeling one. Women continue to wear high heeled shoes, even though they are painful, hampering to movement, and in a sense degrading to them. Men continue to wear suits, though they are similarly hampering, and also nearly devoid of expressivity. Its dogma, culture, tradition. It is What Is Done.
When we think of ritual dressing we think of religious garments, or the panoply of royalty, but its not just their province. It is the province of everyone, everywhere.