Wrong. I will never forget the day I walked into my hotel room at a gathering of College Republican/YAF types and came face-to-face with my roommate. She had bright--and I mean BRIGHT purple hair, a tongue stud, a spiked dog collar around her neck, and studded leather cuffs on her wrists.
I was wearing GAP khakis, a pink oxford shirt, and Keds at the time. I just about died when I saw her.
Of course, by the end of the conference, we were like long-lost sisters. We spent that whole first night talking until 3 in the morning, and when morning came, I witnessed the most shocking transformation I'd ever seen.
The purple hair turned out to be a wig. She had 5 more neon-colored hair pieces in her suitcase. She took the purple wig off, revealing bleached blond, but reasonably normal-looking hair. She removed all of her studded stuff and body jewelry, and busted out with the most demure, flowery Laura Ashley knee-length dress I'd ever seen. By the time she finished her metamorphosis, she looked more conservative than me. It was truly amazing.