As those of you with “real jobs” are well aware, today is the day after Labor Day and to mark the occasion, I did something kind of crazy. Are you sitting down? You’re going to want to sit down. Despite the advice arbitrarily doled out by our adult overlords all our lives, I wore white. I wore a white t-shirt and white sneakers and, shockingly, nothing noteworthy happened. No awkward stares, no audible gasps. I didn’t even spill iced coffee all over myself, something I’ve managed to do on two separate occasions this summer. In fact, I didn’t even realize I was doing anything out of the ordinary until I saw this Vogue post about Angelina Jolie wearing white after Labor Day, which made me retroactively pull one of these:
It did get me thinking though: where does this stupid rule even come from? Guess what guys, no one freaking knows. Some say something along the lines of “white being the color of leisure” (ummmm… sure) and now that summer’s over and leisure time is over, white is no longer okay. Others argue that it’s a climate-based rule, but by golly it’s hotter in New York today than it was all weekend, so that seems like a silly reason.
At any rate, can we collectively agree that the sheer knowledge of this rule dies with us? Can we begin tapering off the Vogue posts about Angelina Jolie’s anarchist fashion statement so that all evidence of the “no white after Labor Day” rule is wiped from the “News” section on Google? Because it’s a foolish rule with murky origins, and white is an excellent color regardless of season.