Gladys, feeling somewhat desperate, looked furtively around the communal dressing room.

Was there, she wondered, anyone that she could really really trust to ask, "how do I really really look in this outfit?"

My god, she realized, not a soul.

That one, over there in the corner, why she was squeezing her size 14 body into a size 4; and that woman three stalls over, didn't she know that brown was no longer the new black, and the new black is neon green, at least for the moment, until all stop wearing it as toe nail polish?

What to do?

Holding up her iphone, smiling gamely, Gladys snapped a picture of herself. Quickly posting it to her Go Try It On phone app she breathlessly waited for feedback. Within minutes she received responses as to how she looked, what accessories to add, and a smattering of diet recommendations. 

Wondering who these arbiters of fashion might be was incidental to Gladys. The consensus was buy buy buy. Could these respondents possibly be employees of the store? Were they laying in wait, watching for the posing and snapping to take place? Would they then be running off into the bowels of the store to register their opinions? 

Never.

So I am going to download this App immediately.

After all, why wouldn't I trust a cadre of strangers who possibly believe Britney Spears is a fashion icon, to comment on my selection?