There are many places I like to avoid. Renaissance fairs. The back of those white rapey vans that have no windows. Classrooms with calculus happening in them. But one place that proves difficult to avoid and has haunted me for years is the women's dressing room. Several factors contribute to my aversion, and I mostly blame florescent lighting. I had a recent run in with the dressing room in Macy's, and my experience there did more than remind me of the virtues of online shopping. Even so, I went willingly into the dressing room then, and I imagine I will continue doing so for many years to come. Why? Because I am a girl, and we are crazy. I needed a dress for an event at work. When I say need, I'm openly lying. I have a talent for ignoring the mental images of perfectly wearable clothes already hanging in my closet, and I will tell myself, "you don't have anything." This is a lie that always works, and this day is no different. I leave work on a