I think you should tell me what that is in Celsius. 35? 36?
Never mind, it doesn’t matter, because that Miss Manners is a complete bitch. How DARE she tell you what to do? I’m only offering helpful advice, but she has decrees. Well, I think you should wear whatever you want. It’s still a free country, right?
Of course, I’m not sure how long it will be a free country, particularly once I’ve got my new Cyber-Simian Strike Force up to snuff.
But you know I would never tell you what to wear, even once I’m in power. I think these sartorial decisions are the thing that make us different from the lower animals. (You know, non-primates.) That said, I do require the blue evil flying monkeys in my Air Force to wear their cute little silver helmets — for their own safety, of course.
So, I can wear white after Labor Day too?
Only if you want to look like a Russian hooker.