I first put this outfit together as a gentle mocking of hipsters: the skinny jeans, the immaculate boots, the flannel, but no beard, since I'm a chick. But I quickly found myself instead thinking of the lesbian feminist fashion of yore, and of our collective debt to their brave rebellions. They really did change what it means to be a woman. They gave us choice. But first: the hipsters. I pilfered Beau's wardrobe for this outfit. A few years ago, we picked up some plaid shirts for him at…