I once wore the same pair of jeans and the same shirt every day for several months. I didn’t really do this to be eccentric, but on a bet. The bet was to wear the clothes that I had on every day until the end of the school year. As you can imagine, this entailed washing them every couple of days or so. I lost the bet. Even though I was a bit of a tomboy, I was also enough of a clotheshorse that after a while it became confining to wear the same damn thing every damn day. (Not to mention the damned job of washing the same damn thing every few damn days.) So, I just quit wearing them, and paid my friend the $5 dollars. By then, I thought it was well worth the price to not have to wear the same damn thing every damn day. I guess I learned a lesson about vanity then. I had imagined that I was immune to the pull of fashions and fads, but it cost my $5 to learn that I actually do care a little bit about my appearance and that it was just as much vanity to suppose that fashion didn’t matter to me, as it was to be ruled by fashion. I also learned an even more valuable lesson about making stupid bets.