Cut it out.
My feeling is that labels are for canned food. I am what I am—and I know what I am. –Michael Stipe I have this habit. It’s neither bad nor good; it’s just part of who I am. Whenever I buy a new sweater or top, one of the first things I do is cut the label out of the back of the neck. On my best days, I actually find my seam ripper and pick the stitching out, so there’s nary a trace of the label’s existence. I do this because the label makes me uncomfortable. It scratches and pokes. And for me, a label is really pretty meaningless. I don’t choose a sweater because it’s a Gucci or Vera; I choose it because I like the way it makes me feel, or because of its quality. (Bonus if it’s on sale.) Why do we even need labels, anyway? Does applying a label automatically make one sweater better or less worthy? It’s not about what’s on the tag; it’s about the sweater . And it’s the same way with people, isn’t it? We are so quick to apply a label to someone. C...