For example, this morning I went for a pre-dawn bike ride in a navy blue skirt with red tights. (I also did a load of laundry at my apartment complex's laundry room.) Previously, I had stuck to dark colors, or clothing that could pass for baggy pants. I notice that I feel a lot more anxious in red, especially red tights, which I feel draw attention to my legs and reveal their shape (which I actually think look pretty good, especially for a 50+ year old man.) I also feel more anxious in a pleated rayon skirt than in my denim one.
I'm realizing that, on the one hand, I'm used to dressing to be invisible. On the other hand, I've always had a love of bright colors and eye-catching designs. When I was younger, I used to try the occasional bright color or flashy fashion. But now, when I try it, I feel afraid. Especially since I feel like I'm the only one on the planet who's doing it.
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I've also noticed that, over the years, it's harder and harder to find "interesting" clothing. When I was a teen-ager, there were paisly prints, Nehru jackets, etc. While you might think they were silly, at least they weren't boring. Now, men's clothes basically come in drab colors. And it keeps getting drabber -- Lands' End used to have twill pants in dull green and grey, now there's nothing but black and shades of dark and dull blue. (Oh, yeah, there's khaki, too.) The dress shirts are mostly available only in white and shades of blue. Even hip-hop -- the only semi-original men's style to appear in the past decade or so -- is interesting only for its ugliness.
And the same thing is happening in women's clothes. 20 years, ago, when I got married, we could find tights for my wife in just the shade of yellow she wanted. Now it's almost impossible to find anything but black, "nude", and maybe navy and white. Even grey and burgundy are rare. (Well, there's "welovecolors.com", if you don't mind colors that rub off on your clothes.) I used to be able to find flowery jumpers and lacy under-dresses, clothes that breathed spring and clothes with whimsey. No more. All you find are clothes to go to a funeral in (e.g., your own

The "casual" trend has only made it worse. "Casual" is all about clothing you don't have to think about. Now, maybe women (not men) who dress "casual" still obsess over making everything fit together, but the intended effect is that you're just wearing the first things you pulled out of your drawer. (Which is the way most of us men have dressed all our lives.)
Even men-in-skirts get caught up in this. It seems like the greatest compliment you can pay someone here is to say, "it doesn't look like you're wearing a skirt". We say, "wear denim, because no one will see it." Bright colors are "feminine" (God forbid!). Go even further, and you're a crossdresser (head for the hills!) or a fetishist (get my tranquilizer darts!)
Whatever happened to dressing up? Whatever happened to dressing so people will turn their heads to look at you? To be seen?
Why is everyone trying to be invisible?
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Now, I don't know if my fear of being conspicuous is just my neurosis (of which I have quite a few, I know) or is it that I'm picking up a Zeitgeist. Remember the song:
I'd really like to try brightly colored tights and shirts, or ruffled shirts (and skirts), or satin or taffeta. But when you look around and nobody else is doing it, not even the little girls, you start to worry. It's like strolling across an open field when everyone else is flat on their stomachs in the nearest ditch -- what do they know that I don't know?
Paranoia strikes deep.
Into your life it will creep.
It starts when you're always afraid.
Step out of line, the Man comes to take you away.
-- AMM