tights and ankle boots

in addition to calling to mind a generationally mismatched winter fashion conversation in des moines, and making me love jack black just a little bit more, the nyt review of nacho libre refers to "the film's liberating vision of identity as a performance space, an existential wrestling ring, if you will, in which each of us, if only given the opportunity, can cavort freely in the mask and colored tights of our choosing."

now, all day long, i will be thinking about the mask and colored tights that i would choose for my turn in the existential wrestling ring. what color? how elastic is our definition of "colored tights"? are we talking a kabuki sort of mask, or one of those rubber reagan things? would a simple black eye covering in the style of zorro do?