For all my deep-seated ambivalence about living in Mountain Town, I have to say:
I love how people dress here.
There are two institutions of higher learning in town. At one, everyone wears a uniform. The uniforms are hilarious. The dress uniform hats are covered in gently waving black feathers. They all take themselves very seriously and say "ma'am".
At the other one, everyone dresses like the Lands' End, J. Crew, Ann Taylor, and Brooks Brothers catalogs got put in a blender. I have never seen grown men wearing maroon pants before. The number of probably-straight dudes* wearing pink shorts in a non-ironic fashion boggles the mind. I saw a professor in a blue-and-white pinstripe shirt, striped belt, and brown suede saddle shoes today. The young women suffer from a regrettable plague of Leggings Are Not Pants, but I've also seen a lot of odd-colored trousers (what is it with ankle pants and women in the South?) and truly amusing outfits. I really need to start taking pictures.
Anyhow. The South. Lord love 'em.
* Statistically speaking, it's unlikely that half the male students could possibly be gay.