The original post specifies best dressed First Lady “of our time”. Jackie O (or, to be correct, Jackie K) stopped being First Lady in 1963 - the year before Michelle Obama was born. I think it’s safe to say they belong to two different eras.

Good lighting and with my arms raised above my head at all times

Rolling over in bed and realizing, Oh shit. I’m fucking full of blood and if I don’t play this just right it’s all coming out all over everything.

Both. I get both. My other favorite thing is how there are just so many damn bodily functions/fluids in the morning. Like there’s the rivers of blood, the weird period poops, the first morning pee, the first nose blow of the day, wiping sleep out of the eyes. Like, I’m just over my corporeal existence within the first…

Where’s the part where they didn’t know their period was coming and somebody looked at them funny at a meeting and they fought back tears for the rest of the day and felt like they had gone insane until the blood came the following morning?

OMG when I saw my first period clot I just knew I was dying. It’s still fucking nasty, but I’m grossly intrigued by the whole concept. Like the more clots I see, the sooner it’ll be over because there can’t be that much left in me.

Just like half a century ago, we will drag these people into progress kicking and screaming if we have to. We don’t negotiate with terrorists or temper tantrums.

Yeah... It's way more insidious than sadness. Sadness would be a gift. Depression is the void that eats time. I can disappear into it for months.

Relevant:

I did too. (and still do occasionally if something jumps out at me in the checkout). I used to read Reader’s Digest as a kid too, for the same reason. And cereal boxes ;)

Only James Baldwin could turn what should have been a dinky promotional essay in what was essentially a throw away magazine, into absolute poetry. I am also guilty of reading the TV Guide articles religiously when I was a kid, and desperately reading anything I could get my hands on.

If a woman was wearing this tee, I would definitely read it with the implication/connotation that this is about empowering yourself to speak directly.

I think having it on a woman instead of a man would have given it more that feeling. I did read it that way, as well - but I can also see it being the whiny manbaby reaction of a date rapist. “Well, she should have said ‘no’!”, even though women are conditioned to be pleasing and not stand up, to let a guy down…

That’s how I read it at first but can absolutely see the other side of the coin.

That’s how I read it to. Don’t be talked into something you don’t want to do, don’t say maybe to seem nice, be assertive in your refusals, etc. Not sure I’d put it on a shirt, but I can’t say I disagree (at least with how I interpreted the message, and you too it seems).

My guess is that’s what the designer was thinking but the fact that it can be taken in a completely other way (scolding women for being a tease) is problematic.

I read it as a way of being more assertive. I didn’t read any sexual content in it at all. I think saying “maybe” when someone wants to bone would be a complete boner-killer anyway.

Huh. I read it completely differently. I read it as don’t let someone bully you into doing something you aren’t sure about. If you want to say no to the D, then for gosh sakes, say no.

I’d like to introduce you to some badass lesbians, who dress up like that without giving one single fuck about whether men find it attractive.

As an outsider (Brit) looking in, it always amazes me just how openly religious a lot of Americans are. Openly is actually wrong; forcefully Christian would be more accurate. Everyone should be able to do what they want but the British attitude is very much a ‘keep your religion as a personal, non-public’ thing, like…