We each have our inviolable sides of the towel rack — his on the left, mine on the right, and both of us know that neither of us would one day try to switch.

My father told me he had recently realized how grateful he is for uniforms: “How else would we know the flight attendants at the airline desk are who they say they are?”

I had been trying out a new program of wearing the same shirts and the same pants every day, when a friend told me “You dress like Steve Jobs!” and I had to explain to him that he could never tell a woman she dressed like Steve Jobs, ever, no matter the nature of their relationship, those were the rules.