I've come to be quite a master of labels. Truly a connoisseur. Prada, Armani, Chanel, YSL -- I love them all. Clean and new, tailored and pressed, the labels that line my closet each have a story and represent my personal style. But there are other labels we use in our culture, that you can't take off at the end of the night. The ones that can't be washed with a little detergent, but can color throughout the course of a lifetime. And it's these labels that have caught my attention recently: gay, straight, black, white, male, female, poor, rich, fat, skinny ... the list goes on.
I see these labels as having little value, and yet they are used, traded and bought into faster than next season's collections at New York Fashion Week. America prides itself on being a melting pot of cultures, beliefs and histories. But, when given the chance to separate out all the ingredients, pe...
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