Our New Clothes

You finish your beer and the waiter leads you to a door marked 'Style'. "Go in," says he "and I'll see you later." You enter.

You find yourself in a chamber which resembles a tailor's cutting room. In front of you, you see a clothes rack, with a number of coathangers dangling from it. Behind it is a curtain, and as you approach it, a very snazzily dressed man with slick black hair slinks from behind it, rubbing his hands.

"Hi there!", he says, "Welcome to our Style Room. If you'd like to just wait there, I'd like to show you our latest collection of executive outfits we've designed for the modern government men and women."

He moves to the rack and removes a coathanger, then turns and holds it up before you. You look puzzled, for this is what you see:

"This is our unisex morning suit for all occasions," says he. "You can try it on if you like."

"Er, that's not really what I came here to do, but I'd certainly like to see some more of what you have to offer." you reply.

"Fine," says he, returning it to the rack and picking up another two hangers "This is our men's evening wear of the latest cut;" proffering the one on the left "and this is the ball gown for the ladies." holding out the other. You look even more puzzled, for this is what you see:

He asks you to feel the material, so you move to do so and are astonished to feel something like cloth. You mutter something about it seeming to be of a very high quality.

The process continues, with several more coathangers being offered in turn, and with similar results each time:

Finally, the gentleman asks if there is anything else you'd like to see, but you politely decline. Then, as you turn to withdraw from the room, a disembodied voice says: "Think of what you've just gone through as being like visiting a web page designed without regard for people less privileged than the designer. If you'd been blind, this is precisely what you'd have experienced."