My mom used to dress me. By the time I reached the 3rd grade I was getting a bit of an attitude about what I wanted to put on that day. When the 4th grade came along, all that was left for her to say was, "Keep your jacket zipped up against the cold." In the thirty years that followed until I rebelled again, there were numerous others, too many to count that would tell me what to wear and when.
I will wear my kilt when and where it suits me. You will abide in my autonomy AND have no recourse to alter my wardrobing choices.
I'm pissed that I've let so much of my self regulation be influenced and/or usurped by outside self-declared authority on who could/should/would wear specific clothing.