My mother was exactly like this! So I did what I could to have whatever control over my body and sadly it wasn't good. Let your kids wear silly clothing and get stupid hair cuts.
It's not just a duty to wear them, it's an honour. I'd sooner salute some rando bogan trail blazing down the street on a Posties Bike, drinking a VB at 8:30 in the fuckin mornin' with his mullet whipping in the wind, than our own countries flag.