Alison McGhee loves my gloves.
I wear fingerless gloves from October until, oh, April. Mostly because my hands freeze wherever I am, especially at work. The other reason I wear them is because I like them. A lot. And when I'm at work, there are two responses: students love them, and adults are troubled by them. Adults mock my gloves, tease me about them, and shake their heads at me when I walk by. For example, a few days ago, the following conversation took place:
Him: Why don't you just wear a long sleeved shirt?
Me: It's 50 degrees. I wanted to wear short sleeves.
Him: Are your wrists cold?
Me: No, because I've got my gloves on.
Him: Well, it looks funny.
Me: You look funny.
You'll forgive my junior high comment at the end, but it's been (I think) since junior high since someone told me I looked funny without me asking "Hey, do I look funny in this?"
People will walk by me in the hallway "Hey, are your hands cold?" In my mind "No, fuckers, because I've got THESE GLOVES ON." Out loud I say "Yep."
I'll continue to wear my gloves not only because they work, but because I love wearing them. They make me happy. And yes, I wash them regularly (and I have about four pairs). They also set me apart from other people and when I get compliments from the likes of Alison McGhee, one of my favorite writers of all time, on them, that tends to eclipse all of the naysayers.