Fashion. Not the most important thing to a kid. Sure, I demanded to wear my Superman pajamas out in public (it had a cape, none of my other clothes had a cape) but other than that, my appearance was limited to what my mother deemed fitting (I now realize she dressed me way too long after it was seemingly appropriate to do so). Then, like noticing girls or realizing that Police Academy isn’t the funniest movie of all time, a flip was switched in my brain and I became… self-aware…