So we move right back into the fashion blogging. I can't help but feel as though there needs to be something said about the way people wear their vestments, and I, by my own divine (Oh dear, you might say, there she goes again with the god complex!) decree, have the right to say something.
Screen print Tshirts. Really, they're quite a genius bit of advertisement. Originating in the early 1950s as such, it seems today that no Tshirt sold is stores isn't some sort of ad for something. I live in them, mostly because they're rather practical for my current job. They're easy to wear during the summer (I'm typically a fan of layers, but layers are not wise in a desert climate). But most of all, by wearing these advertisements, screen print Tshirts are a great way to express yourself and your views (Or rather, companies profit from your willingness to buy said shirts and make their friends want them too. Teenagers. Get them young, get them hooked!).
Actually, I have a confession to make: I hate screen print Tshirts. Despite the fact that I wear them all the time, it's only for the first two reasons given. There was a time in my life (high school) when Tshirts were simple; and being the awkward geeky girl with ink rubbing off onto her nose, it was my uniform of choice. It wasn't until college when I began getting some positive attention from boys and negative attention from other girls that I started to think more about what I was wearing. I discovered that not only are clothes fun to draw and make up for characters in alternate histories, they're fun to mix and match and express just as much if not more than a Tshirt. So, when winter hits I'll be back in proper clothes except for the days when I'm feeling lazy.
To the matter at hand: these articles of clothing which have since become staples of American fashion need to be trimmed down. I support the advertisements. It makes sense. What doesn't make sense is all the prints that are not associated with any given brand or company. You have a funny statement to make? Make it. Don't wear it, because then you'll be making that same statement over again in a couple of weeks and it gets old. And they're the same things you see in chain mails, on bumper stickers, coffee mugs, etc. I don't care if you can only please one person a day and that my chances of being that person today or tomorrow are improbable. All your shirt is telling me is that you are a slovenly blackguard who can't dress their person and in all likelihood couldn't please me in any life anyway. Or why does your shirt have a random bird and a random mailbox on it? I don't believe in randomness, so please explain the logic. Why that shirt? Do you really like mailboxes and birds? Together? Separately but at the same level? What are you trying to express in wearing this Tshirt? Also: tattoo shirts. Congratulations on looking so vintage with your rococo styled tattoo print, I'm sure they were all the rage in Paris during the Revolution.
I'm getting rather short today in this blog, and it is a bit more of a rant than anything. I'm going to end it here before I get carried away with complaining. Yes, I realize that I could save the draft and come back to it, but this is a subject that I am going to let go. It's been eating at me all weekend while lounging away watching relatives interact with their horribly cheesy Tshirts on, but I'm starting to think that perhaps I should have had a notebook on me to draft in. My thoughts two days ago were so much more meaningful. In any case, all desire to explore the matter has been spent, and I have an LSAT to study for. Or there is a nap to be had.
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