The passive, submissive, timid soul that I used to be has metamorphosized into a roaring lion.
What brought about this remarkable change?
No, I didn't have a personality transplant.
No, I didn't take a course in assertiveness.
Instead, I bought my chosen equivalent of a suit of armor — a T-shirt, with an attitude.
Mr. Blackwell would not approve. If I were rich or famous or even infamous, he would put me at the top of his list of uncouth, tasteless women who are the worst-dressed damsels in our nation.
Being neither rich nor famous nor overly infamous, I have nothing to fear from Mr. Blackwell.
So my T-shirt with an attitude has become my uniform. If I were invited (I won't be) to attend one of Queen Elizabeth II's social functions, I would wear my new T with unflinching pride. It will probably be my shroud.