You know, if cultural appropriation had been a thing when I was in high school and college, people would have been all over me because I was constantly crawling around thrift stores and coming home with all kinds of ethnic gack, much to my mother’s chagrin.

It wasn’t that I was trying to offend anyone, except possibly my mother, but it was more that I wondered at and wanted to celebrate all these cool clothes and make them part of my self expression. I guess it’s a good thing I grew up in the 1960s instead of today.

I am part Scottish, so I think the plaid men’s shirts I got from Goodwill the other day are going to be OK, and since I am a small part Swedish according to Ancestry DNA, I am thinking my IKEA furniture is safe. As for the leopard print heels, they made it back to Goodwill, hopefully to fall on an appropriate pair of feet before I get back there.

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