What Tumblr thinks Classicists are like:
Repressed tweed-wearing pearl clutchers (who can afford tweed and pearls), worship Rome, part of a conspiracy to whitewash and hide the diverse aspects of ancient Mediterranean cultures.
What Classicists are really like:
"Okay, kids, let's crack open a box of wine and look at pornographic Greek pottery while I talk about queer identities and the construction of sexuality in the ancient world."
I know people make fun of Anakin’s dark colored robes because it’s such a blatant “I’M EVIL” gesture by the costuming department, but I have this headcanon that he actually wore robes much the same colors as Obi-Wan for a while with no strong objections, but he ruined them at a catastrophic rate while working on droids and ships and such because the oil and grease stains don’t wash out. So eventually Obi-Wan stalks down to the outfitting office and finds the darkest colored robes available and orders four sets for Anakin and tells him he won’t get another solitary tabard for a whole year, so he’d best not ruin these. Thankfully dark browns and blacks are the same colors as grease and oil. They may begin to smell and they may become stiff enough to stand up in their own, but looking at them from a diplomatic distance or on the battlefield, it is much harder for outsiders to discern that the mysterious Jedi order harbors a hygienically challenged mechhead in their ranks.
The synth leather tabards, however, Obi-Wan will be the first to say, were entirely Anakin’s misguided idea. Honestly. Synth leather. Tabards. What is he thinking?
Growing up I never had a perfume. I was like oh, one day when I’m grownup and have money I’m going to wear perfume. I had one perfume and I would save it for really, really, really special occasions. Which meant I never actually wore it. So now it’s one of those things like, I can wear perfume everyday. I can afford to buy another one, I’m really lucky that I can. Now when I have nice stuff I don’t save it anymore, I try to use it.