The T-Shirt Post

Today in a teenage-girl-oriented clothing store in East Harlem, I saw -- totally unrelatedly, produced by different brands -- a t-shirt that said "I Love My Boyfriend," and a t-shirt that said "I Love YOUR Boyfriend."

Rarely do Team Good and Team Questionable square off so evenly. (In the case of Team Aniston vs. Team Jolie, there's at least room for debate).

Last week in Harlem, I saw an elderly black man in a J-Date t-shirt.

It's possible he was Jewish and looking for someone.

Related links:

I'm famous on t-shirt site NoBleach.com!
Buy a t-shirt (men's small and medium still available, which means I am exclusively outfitting wiry men, very fit men, and very gay men, all of which I heartily endorse)

Related posts (I KNOW you want to catch up on my blog back to 2004):

It's like the Gap selling shirts that say "Fight Khaki!"
geeking out in my "QT3.14159" t-shirt
a malicious battle of the sexes need not be waged...
the bygone days of my Sleazegrinder cover
iron-on technology meets the wireless age
American Apparel wants to dress you in unhemmed sacks...
t-shirt!
hey mami, you sexy
you must be using oil of olay!
remember that Lionel Ritchie song "Hello... "
the hippest new t-shirt that you can't get

Photo (modeling a t-shirt for Sleazegrinder.com) by Sandy Ackerman