Being transgressive has become the order of the day.
It may be done with nonchalance, or out of anger; in a stubborn way, or merely to be cheeky; to impose one's views, or to assert one's personality. It is expressed in one's way of dressing, or in one's talk; in the way of carrying one's bag, of sitting on a bus. One may spend half an hour in front of a mirror, in order to fix a hairstyle that is supposed to look spontaneous and casual: nothing can be more elaborate than calculated spontaneity...
It may be done with nonchalance, or out of anger; in a stubborn way, or merely to be cheeky; to impose one's views, or to assert one's personality. It is expressed in one's way of dressing, or in one's talk; in the way of carrying one's bag, of sitting on a bus. One may spend half an hour in front of a mirror, in order to fix a hairstyle that is supposed to look spontaneous and casual: nothing can be more elaborate than calculated spontaneity...
Being transgressive is often appreciated and encouraged; it is certainly politically correct.
In this context, the only real transgression is joyful and loving obedience.
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