Halloween 1997. I began planning my costume in August.  I would be a flower child, a good old-fashioned hippie. My goal was authenticity. I did not want to look like I was wearing a costume; I wanted to embody my inner hippie. I purchased a Bohemian dress from a thrift shop and accessorized it with peace jewelry, hippie sandals, and of course, a flower headband. When I arrived to work, a coworker had also dressed as a hippie. She wore a tie-dyed t-shirt, a beaded headband, a ratty wig, and a pai...