Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
In my field, using labels to identify people is seriously discouraged. We try not to refer to people according to their diagnoses, so the Mr. Smith doesn’t become “the Bipolar I’m seeing at 10 a.m.” No one wants to be identified solely by a diagnostic label.
“Oh, you’re my OCD! Nice to see you again!”
No, not good. Similarly, I wouldn’t especially care to be identified as “the ruptured appendix in room 202.”
On the other hand, people who care about such things are more than willing to spend a lot of money to get the “in” label of the moment on their clothes, shoes, and handbags.
“Are those Blahniks? Gorgeous!”
“Oh, I wouldn’t have any other bag than a Gucci!”
“My closet is full of Hermes, Lauren, and Dolce & Gabanna!”
Note: I had to look up all those brand names. Maybe they’re not even the trendy labels any more. I wouldn’t know.
Labels. Sometimes we love them, sometimes we’ve never heard of them, sometimes we find them offensive. It’s a strange world.