That headline was so good, I actually just stole it word for word from Honestly WTF.
But I was actually thinking about this a lot recently, as we just had our amazing trip to Sedona, AZ last week. And before we left, I found myself shopping for some travel wear and picking out shit that I might not normally wear at home in NYC. I mean, I came home with a bag full of shearling vests, and earth-tone colored sweaters, and navajo prints, and this stupid headband head warmer thing. And when I walked in and showed my husband all this crap he was like: "uhm, are we going to stay at a dude ranch?"