on the subject of tshirts
simple thing, a tshirt. probably the most basic of clothing items, yet the amount of potential it holds to be as unbasic as possible is infinite. i have never really considered myself a tshirt kinda girl... mostly because of the shape and wear: either they are loose and boxy on me, or tight and borderline inappropriate. fit is the word, material is the key.
nowadays, i have really gotten behind this concept of tshirts, and have also become acutely aware of how much of a cultural item they are. apparently everyone reads tshirts, and apparently i'm the only one who hasn't noticed up until now. i have been living life unawares of the messages printed (or embroidered or splattered or whatnot) across the chest or back of my fellow peoples, assuming it was a company shirt or participation freebie or something corporate and boring. and since i didn't really care to notice the messages, i assumed others didn't read mine. so when i wander out of the house wearing a "naughty amateur home videos" tshirt, and stop traffic, i figured it was just a busy traffic day.

seemingly this is not the case.

i have had a 3 or 4 conversations in the past week alone about tshirts, and more particularly, the messages on the shirts and how much people pay attention to them. i had always assumed people paid less attention to what is written on the shirt (ie 'the message') rather than what the message is written on (ie 'the boobs'). but it seems that people look closely to the message and actually remember it, like the guy who recalled a tshirt i was wearing when i first met him last july. crazy.

as i come up with (and seem to lose... i should start writing these down more) fabulous tshirt ideas on a daily basis, i will have to keep in mind that these endeavors are more than a great lesson in 'the medium is the message' and are waiting to entertain more than my own easily amused humor.