“Ma’am, we can’t let you in!” These words rang like a loud tocsin as I was told that I had worn a forbidden color, a chambray blue denim ensemble. On my first day at work at the correctional facility, I quickly learned that orange and neon green were also among the many prohibited colors of clothing. Contraband included personal cell phones, earbuds, smart watches, an extra pair of shoes and anything made of glass and personal decorations for my cubicle. While I always knew that practicing psychiatry was never going to be boring, this took the novelty to an unexpected level.