Once upon a time when I was young, energetic, beautiful, and hip, I used to go to concerts. I went to loads and loads of concerts. And almost without fail, I’d buy a T-shirt while I was there. By the time I grew out of that particular phase of my life, I had dozens – Nine Inch Nails, Social Distortion, The Cure, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Peter Murphy. My T-shirt drawer bulged with them.
Over time, I purged all but a few. Some were rather indecent for a grown-up to wear – my My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult “Sexplosion Tour” comes to mind. Others were just not cool enough to keep after 5-10 years. All were bought extra huge so were only suitable for pairing with pajama bottoms or for use while painting a house. But I still have a handful – emblems of a different time.
Now I’m accumulating a different kind of shirt- school field trip shirts. They are all an obnoxiously loud variation on neon green. They are designed to scream “I’M PART OF THE GROUP!” and to be visible from space. I get it.
But they are all green. As I ranted in front of the mirror this morning getting ready for our latest excursion, I tried to think of a better color. Pink? The girls would like it, but no doubt some redneck troglodyte would accuse the school of “gay-ifying” the boys. Same with purple. Little girls would riot at blue, wanting to know why they had to wear a “boy” color. Yellow and orange might work, but I think we pasty people would look even worse in those colors.
So green it is. *shudders*. I wonder how extensive this collection will become?