For as long as I can remember, it has been ingrained in my mind that wearing white after Labor Day was some kind of major fashion faux-pas. There is a very specific memory that has stuck with me and further entrenched the notion. I recall being in second grade standing in line to go inside after recess and talking to a third grader, who was obviously much cooler and more knowledgeable than I was based merely on the fact that she was one year older than I. I can’t recall how it came up, or even exactly what she said, but I remember her making the point known that wearing…