While doing some heavy-duty clothes cleaning out this week, I have made a shocking discovery. No, not my circa 1985 Air Supply concert t-shirt, but this: It’s not the machines nor the robots nor the zombies we should fear.
It’s the hangers.
And now that I have aggressively pared down my wardrobe and continued to segue out of my old life, I now have more empty hangers than clothes.
