Screw dressing up. When I am paying $100 dollars for a show (that frankly isn't really worth that much but what are you gonna do if you don't wanna sit in the trashy seats at the back? I will wear what the hell I want. The performers couldn't care less (as for 'respect' do you dress up to go to the post office, dentist or pharmacy?) and the audience (who in most of the shows are trashy, glitter top wearing B+T people) can bite me if they don't like what i am wearing. At least my clothes aren't from outlet stores. Seriously, in Hairspray on Friday, I was overwhelmed by the cheap perfume, cheap diamente and general crassness of the 40 or so Long Islanders I had the misfortune of being seated amongst.
"Jane, I've been dealt a blow - I've been dealt a blow, Jane."