A little while ago when I was browsing on Facebook, a post titled 'Girl you wear shorts? :-O ' caught my attention. The emoticon at the end of the title struck me as particularly thought provoking. After I read the piece I couldn't resist writing a comment. (click on the above link to read the piece as well as my comment). It took me back to a time when I was 23. I had just met Satish. We were to get married soon. Among the many things that I asked him, I remember this the most. "There is something I want to ask you." "Do ask," he said. (He would tell me many years later that, by the seriousness of my tone and demeanor , he presumed I was going to confess that I already had a boyfriend) "Is it okay if I wear shorts?" Reading the post took me back to that time---the time where I was conditioned to think that what I wore had to be *approved* by the guy I was getting married to. It wasn't about my choice--it was about whether