Fashion

There was a guy with a unique sense of style (to put it as diplomatically as possible) who used to live across the hall from SPC Ed and me. We'll call him NiceGuy. He would wear clothes that didn't exactly conform to social norms; we would laugh it off and didn't think anything of it. One day, though, SPC Ed decided to correct the outfit NiceGuy had on, by telling him a bunch of stuff about how you can't wear X with Y, etc. I wasn't really paying attention. What caught my attention though, was when NiceGuy decided to disagree, and SPC Ed loudly proclaimed "No! You have no sense of fashion. Trust me, I grew up with older sisters who taught me everything there is to know about fashion."

From the opposite corner of the room, my hysterical laughter interrupted their conversation, and my roommate gave up. As much as I generally dislike when people appeal to authority in their arguments, I find it hilarious when a 25 year old appeals to the authority of his big sister on the virtue of her being a female.