(A quick note: I'm a traveling sample lady, I work a bunch of different grocery stores.)
I was working in Manchester today, and I've worked there enough to have made some friends. Matt, the out and proud astrology obsessed customer service guy, loves my outfits. He makes me tell him about lolita every time, and if he has friends there he makes them listen, too. He then will point out the bows, frills or other tidbits to anyone within earshot. ROFL
So... I brought this months Shojo-Beat with the lolita article. Here in VT people are a little clueless, so this article is helpful. We were outside with about six other employees when I showed him. He proceeded to work up from Mary Janes, making invisible check marks. Everyone laughed when I showed a tiny peek of lace and bow to prove I really did wear bloomers. Matt claimed my rather puffy sleeves could stand to be puffier, pointing to the picture.
"Oh, give her a break! It's humid," said the older woman next to him.
Matt's favorite part were the giant white grossgrain ribbon bows on each of my two looped braids. He reminded me they were the best about a dozen times today.
(Next year around Easter, check CVS, they had these perfect kids bows on barrettes, so no fuss over tying, and they have two loops and the tail on each side.)
Anyway, I find people respond well to me. The majority of people can't help but smile, and many are openly delighted. I think that if you're bold and confidant, especially with good lolita manners, and openly friendly, people just can't resist it.
I am occasionally asked if I'm being forced to wear it, or if it's a uniform. I've been asked if I get paid extra to wear it. I tell them that I'm thinking of charging more if people don't want me to wear it. I get a lot of raised eyebrows, but I just smile away. I don't mind if I amuse people. Being amused is a very pleasant emotion. I'm often rewarded with smiles, and I'll get compliments on days I'm uber-organised about my outfits. Regulars sometimes notice new ones.