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Epic Fail? You Ain’t Kiddin’!

Yahoo News featured an article about a t-shirt line that J.C. Penney is/was selling by David & Goliath. The headline read (in part), “Epic T-Shirt Fail.”


Ya’ think?

Here. I’ll let you decide.

There are also t-shirts proclaiming: “I’m too pretty to do math” and “Future Trophy Wife.”

Seriously? A bunch of suits sat around a table and thought it was a good idea to sell these shirts in their store? More importantly, some t-shirt designer created these shirts and thought there would be a (dumb enough) consumer for these blatantly offensive wearable billboards?

This is 2011. Years and years away from the bra-burning days of the 1960’s.

(Shaking my head in disbelief)

How far have we come?

Not far enough.

(Update: I visited the David and Goliath website and see that they have a tagline declaring: “Our apparel is stupid.”

At least they are self-aware.

And upon even further investigation, I find a t-shirt by David & Goliath a friend bought her daughter that she thought was hilarious and I found horribly offensive: “Boys are stupid. Throw rocks at them.” First of all, if it read “Girls are stupid. Throw rocks at them” we’d all be crying wife/girlfriend abuse. Second of all? You have a son, dear friend of mine. What kind of message are you sending to HIM?)


Filed under Soapbox

Office Jane, Semantics Policewoman, Issues A Stern Warning

I was waiting for my daughter. A potty break. The line was long and I was good. So, I waited outside.

And I saw a man, about 40 years old,  wearing a t-shirt similar to this one:

I have two young sons. And I watch a lot of crime television. I was a bit creeped out by this statement.

But this seemed like a very nice man. Standing with his party. A group of  mostly men, a couple of women. Talking. Laughing.

I thought, surely there is more to this shirt. Something I’m missing. As casually as I could, I circled the group, hoping to catch a glimpse of the back of his shirt. Something to clue me in on the joke. Nothing. Nada.

And then I remembered. It’s Gay Days here at Walt Disney World. He’s gay. (Lightbulb blinking, ding-ding-ding ringing through my brain) I’m feeling a bit stupid now.

But then, in the next moment, I’m not feeling so stupid. He’s 40 years old. What he means to say, at least I hope he means to say: “Likes Men.” Because he’s a man. Not a boy. And liking boys when you’re a man is creepy.

I don’t mind being at Disney World during Gay Days. The hoopla that has surrounded this non-Disney sponsored event is just short of ridiculous. (But more on that later.) I don’t mind some of the in-your-face public displays – as long as they’re tasteful and no more obnoxious that what the heterosexual crowd can legally dish out.

And when my boys are adults? I hope they are so comfortable with who they are that they feel comfortable displaying their preferences, their legal-consenting-adult preferences, on a t-shirt.

But wearing a t-shirt that says “Likes Boys” where you’re a grown man? Creepy.

But then, I’m the mother of two young boys. Maybe I’m taking this a step too far.

And maybe I watch too many crime shows.


Filed under Observations