Saturday, March 5, 2011

In Which I Embrace My Longtime T-Shirt Obsession

When I was in high school, there was a curious obsession with customized t-shirts. It didn't matter the occasion. Is there a cool teacher who has a catch phrase and says it all the time? Make it a shirt! Do the seniors think they're better than everyone and need to make five shirts throughout the year to prove it? Yes, yes they do. Shirts for normal things like our sports teams were blown way out of proportion, although we did have a really bitchin' sports program, to my general ire.* But there was absolutely nothing that got kids excited in my high school like the decision to design t-shirts for something. Since then**, I've basically become a t-shirt fanatic. But that doesn't mean I buy any dumbass "funny" t-shirt I see. No, it has to mean something. For example, last February during Pittsburgh's Snowmageddon/Snowpocalypse/SnOMG, I bought two t-shirts that marked said occasion. One actually included a Twitter hashtag and says something along the lines of "I survived #snomgpgh2010." The other involves a snowman and something about Snowmageddon, and I feel weird wearing them because I want them to last forever.***

Now, this is where Threadless.com comes in. Not only are the shirts actually good, but I'm supporting artists at the same time. It's like when I buy prints from deviantart, which always makes me feel good. So yeah, I bought that shirt above for $10 I think. "Foam Monster In Emotional Reunion With Severed Limb." Half the reason I bought it was for the title, half because it was just a great picture. I couldn't refuse a title like that. This easily could have been named something unremarkable, like "Foam Finger" or "Foam Finger Monster" or something. Maybe I'm just a huge geek for clever writing.****

I also bought this other one lmao. I have an old picture of a vaccuum sitting next to a fan, and this reminded me of it. The vacuum is saying "You blow" and the fan is saying "You suck." Stupidly clever, but this image had the same effect. So what the hell. I decided I'd only buy one or two things because the rest of my pay and tax refund is all going to bills. So I bought my shirts. Now, however, I'm obsessed with trolling the Threadless website and picking out which designs I'm buying next. Aah, such is life.



* Because it allowed for the girls volleyball team to consistently spike volleyballs in my face in gym class. And then I'd go to calculus with a red welt on my cheek, and I'd nod gravely at my friend, who would also nod gravely in silent recognition.

** It feels like I was last in high school in the Triassic Age. I can even imagine which teachers the dinosaurs are. But since (hopefully) nobody from my high school reads this, I won't elaborate.
*** Don't judge me. I'm a pack rat and like my stuff nice.
**** I am.

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