I'm getting him this t-shirt. I laugh every time I look at it. The look on Paper's face is priceless. HA!
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It's a funny shirt, but why do you suppose all the women's sizes cost $2 more than most of the men's shirts?
Posted by: Ann Bartow | Wednesday, 17 January 2007 at 08:41 AM
Ann, I was wondering the same thing, but it's the usual Fashion Industrial Complex keeping us down (and I'm not joking, of course). It just plain costs more to be a woman, and I can't stand it. Every time I'm shopping (which is rarely ever), I marvel that women have to pay ridiculous sums for bras and paper-thin t-shirts and tampons and haircuts and...
Also, all the women's sizes run small and are based on bra size, as if, like, I wear t-shirts to show off my breasts. It's so annoying. Can I get a shirt that fits, please? Half the time I have to buy a men's t-shirt just so I'm not walking around looking like Dolly Parton.
Posted by: ae | Wednesday, 17 January 2007 at 09:11 AM
Yep. I don't like clothing that touches me, so I have to avoid a lot of the current shirt styles, where even an extra-large feels like a sausage casing around my chest, and I'm not all that busty. Hoo-eee guess I'm getting old and crochety :>)
Posted by: Ann Bartow | Wednesday, 17 January 2007 at 04:11 PM