To be honest, Siân was fed up with what she referred to as “all this politically correct crap”.
There she was in an ordinary clothes shop, trying on stuff. The high heel shoes warned about joint damage, the flip-flops warned about toes damage, the dress fabric warned about dye allergies. Even the nightgown warned about being highly-flammable.
What is the world coming to? She would simply get on with her life, and live it the way they had for generations, without worrying about “all this politically correct crap”.
The next morning she was dead. Her newly-bought highly-flammable nightgown had brushed against the bar heater as she dozed. They found a politically-incorrect pile of overcooked meat.