I’m sure that bar isn’t worth going to, sounds dreadful. I’m glad I’m too old for that kind of cult. What happened to self expression and individual thought?
It reminds me of school, when people used to get ripped to shreds because they had to wear what their mum bought them. My friend regularly reminds me of when I laughed at his flared jeans in 1983, on a school day out. Yes I was bad, but I was 14 and didn’t know much difference. School was a dog eat dog world, you dreaded going in with a new haircut or colour. I dyed my hair black once and it spawned a whole repertoire of nicknames and mocking. Some still refer me by them to this day.