What the hell? Is it a**hole day?
 
The uniform of a heinous b*tch. A true 90s girl has to keep the platforms, and Miss "I Have an Opinion About Everything" wears it on her sleeve. (Or her chest.) Layers of jewelry, a crystal in a bullet casing and an all-seeing eye to ward off the unwashed miscreants; enough rings to knock them out if that doesn't work (though you'll forever maintain they kicked themselves in the balls). Rumpled hair and lip balm after the make-out in the parking lot. And black panties, because you want to have sex someday. That's what.

Geronimo! Tweed jacket with elbow patches and dark skinny jeans, leather boots perhaps not entirely of this era. The ubiquitous bow tie remains, because we all know what bow ties are (especially in pink). A jammy dodger in case you need to stop an invading army; a hat because hats are like bow ties; a sonic screwdriver as a bit of backup when Legs, the Nose, and Mrs Robinson are nowhere to be found; a diary to record it all to be synched up later. Short, blunt hair to flop around in a most entertaining fashion. A simple pocket-sized lip and cheek stain to keep things looking fresh on a first date with your future spouse. Now if only you could ever figure out when in time it actually occurred…

Allons-y! A sprightly doctor deserves a comfortable wardrobe. A low-key blazer and button-down keep it all business; a scarf is slightly more ladylike than a tie, and will do well to keep you warm during a long, cold night on the shuttle to the Sapphire Waterfall. A trench coat gives adequate dramatic swing during an exit. A pocket watch to hold all your alternate realities, made of *rose* gold. Bensimon sneakers keep that familiar bounce in your step, and gawky frames stay in a pocket until things need to be scrutinized with disbelief. Slightly mad shock of hair piled on top of your head. Brilliant.

Lots of planets have a North. The war without has moved within; comfortable clothes for a cynical warrior. When you're chasing the ends of the universe, all you need are beat-up boots that slouch, a leather jacket that's seen better days and is fighting through to more of them. Cropped hair for a soldier woman, no more fuss or muss than lip balm when the universe waits outside the door. A chunky timepiece for a Time Lord. The key to the living ship on a silver chain, and there's only one weapon necessary when it's just a little more sonic.

Laid-back chambray and huaraches; big tote because you never know which stores you’ll investigate on Main Street. Sensible braids for a cowboy wife. Flame-colored lipstick and perfume smoky as sagebrush, vanilla as whiskey. A big knuckle-duster and musket studs; a girl needs a gun these days on account of those rattlesnakes.