We lived in the country, in the middle of an alfalfa field; we had no immediate access to Bobbie Brooks sweaters. I went to school in the hand-me-downs of a cousin three years older. She had excellent fashion sense, but during the three-year lag her every sleek outfit turned to a pumpkin. … My black lace-up oxfords, which my parents perceived to have orthopedic value, carried their own weight in the spectacle. I suspected people noticed, and I knew it for sure on the day Billy Stamps announced to the lunch line, “Make way for the Bride of Frankenstein.”
Judging from the diction in the above excerpt, what is one of the writer’s themes?
Fashion is good for your posture and social status.
Fashion accurately shows the world your worth.
Fashion turns people into monsters.
People mistakenly and cruelly judge you based on fashion.