Goes further than that.
When I was still in the borg there was a firestorm about pants suits for the sisters. Bad. No-no. Evil. Wicked. Mean. Bad & Nasty. Worldly. Egotistical. You know the drill.
Then, at the assembly in Macon, suddenly it's announced that pants suits are Okee Dokee. Well.
The local congregational tyrant (the one I finally drove off the body of elders with a well-placed letter to Borg central a couple of years later) announced from the platform the week after the assembly that even though it had been okayed at the assembly, he wanted to see "what the sisters at Bethel" were going to do. Not that he was forbidding it, you understand, but he was expressing his disapproval. And lots of the sisters were conflicted. Some flaunted their pants-suits in his face.
And myself? Although I hate to admit it I got myself outfitted with a kakhi leisure suit that looked like something Ernest Hemmingway would wear on safari. Wore it all the time to the meetings. Drove him nuts. And he spent a lot of time telling me how inappropriate it was, to which I rejoined how tacky it was to wear white socks with a business suit. We went round and round. Gads, it was fun. But what a waste of intellectual energy!
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