Flu-inducted stupor or fall/spring fashions?

Sorry to have disappeared for the past several days. I’ve been nursing some frightful, flu-like symptoms that, sadly, have kept me off my game. But I would like to acknowledge that, yes, I’m aware that New York Fashion Week is in swing. No, I am not among the attendees … But from what I’ve seen so far, here’s my unasked for, half-informed assessment of the collections: Yawn! I’d sooner stay in to watch movies than wear a humdrum tailored suit or bidness dress to Saturday’s rockin’ cocktail party. And this other thing: Hold it with the talk of fashion’s “return to feminism,” already! Fashion is, like a lot of art, driven by commerce, you see. It can do nothing so radical as, say, a unison of women demanding that their male friends stop using feminine nouns and adjectives to degrade one another. (Trust me, it’s not so bad being a pussy.) When did covering the female form become akin to feminism, anyhow? Me, I like to call that prudishness, but then again, I didn’t mind showing a mile of leg in this summer’s micro babydoll dress, either. And if I’m going to wear neutral tones, they better damn well be see-through. (I layer.) Have I mentioned that I might have the flu? Carry on, then.