I don't know much about the might of the iguana because I've never had to wrangle it -- or any other reptile -- unless you count trying to get through Tennessee Williams's "Night of the Iguana" in college. But in that classic, albeit creepy play, the scaly rapscallion in question isn't so much a pest as a symbol of freedom. And as such, its likeness in this colorful (Sleepyville!) critter clutch makes fashion freedom worth fighting for. Take that, school uniforms!
Now, I didn't go to private school, which means that I was free to wear stretch pants and vests far longer than I should have. But clothes were always important to me, and I felt sorry for anyone forced to wear a standard-issue, identity-stripping skirt and polo. Even in the lawless halls of pubic school, I wasn't allowed to wear my hat -- a red and white flower-adorned, floral-print cloche that would've been the envy of Blossom -- on picture day. I still remember the shame of 1) being called out for trying to break the rules and 2) lacking the nerve to go through with the rebellion. If only I could've tossed my hat high in the air post picture like Mary Tyler Moore (apparently, my idea of badassery looks like a beloved '70s sitcom). So private school prisoners and hat fans everywhere, this declaration of outfit independence is for you.
That said, think pink for now but stand by for flag flair, because Memorial Day's right around the corner.
Iguana, I love when you become a chameleon.
