A Case for Not Wearing Shirts or Pants
You know what I find to be annoying? When people say, "Hey, Anna, where are your pants?" or "You know, a sports bra is not a top." To that I respectively respond, "My pants are collecting dust in my closet where they belong" and "Tell that to my torso. Who asked you anyway?"
Do you remember the Seinfeld episode when Elaine gives her recurring frenemy Sue Ellen Mischke a brassiere to send the message, "Bitch, put on a bra!" Elaine's passive-aggressive gift backfires, and Sue Ellen proceeds to gleefully wear the bra as a top, much to the distraction-inducing delight of Upper West Side men. It looks like Elaine's well-endowed nemesis was on to something.
As long as your chosen garments are functional to cover at least the essentials (genitals, etc.), then who's to say what qualifies as acceptable items of clothing or not? I happen to enjoy eliminating seemingly integral elements of apparel. Not for the sake of shock value or a big reveal but because that whole shirt-and-jeans thing gets seriously boring and so do your standard dresses. Re-designating garments like tap shorts designed for the boudoir or a stretchy sports bra with sweat-wicking durability to unlikely modes of your life is great when your wardrobe is making you yawn and you feel the need to switch things up.
Have a shirtdress you can't stand the sight of anymore? Unbutton the top half, then roll it down until it's fitted around the lower part of your waist, and pull the sleeves, knotting them the way you do when you tie a shirt around your waist. Jam a belt beneath the fabric folds to make it a little more form-fitting. Voila! You've got an offbeat (and probably kind of messy-looking) new skirt.
To circle back, we should let Sue Ellen's style be a lesson to us: If you're going to wear your lacy underthing with nothing but a boxy blazer over it, make sure it's not of the perfunctory Wacoal or Warner's variety. Fear not visibility of the nipple! Rather, fear the lack of visibility of intention.