The Gaze, and other philosophical perspectives: Is it even possible to dress entirely for yourself? For that matter, is it possible to dress for others? Can we ever be understood?
When you realize that language and communication are meaningless, absurd, and incoherent; you're imprisoned by the gaze of others; you're trapped in a continuous process of redefining what humanity is meant to be; and free will itself is nothing but a paradox, getting dressed hits different.