Annabeth came up to me. She was dressed in black camouflage with her Celestial bronze knife strapped to her arm and her laptop bag slung over her shoulder—ready for stabbing or surfing the Internet, whichever came first.
Man invents the most inhuman armaments to assault others so like himself that uniforms are needed to distinguish between friend and foe.
My favorite is when you go to Afghanistan and you meet the special forces guys, and they look like these heavily armed surfers. These guys are the best. You see guys dressed as full Afghans, but then wearing a Yankees hat.
The strange thing about Roman soldiers in the comics was the amount of trouble they took over their armor and their helmets, and then, after all that, they left their legs bare. It didn't make any sense at all. Weatherwise or otherwise.
He didn't look like a soldier at all. He looked like a filthy flamingo.
When men set out to kill and bully, they dress up. Suit of armor. Combat boots. Uniform.
They were adored by the Germans, who thought they were exactly what Englishmen ought to be. They made war look stylish and reasonable, and fun... They were dressed half for battle, half for tennis or croquet.
Fashion is merely a saying: I belong to your world. I'm wearing the same uniform as your army, so don't shoot.
