Heya T-freques. Firstly, I’d must admit that I have an addiction. As I write this I am listening to, for the fourtieth time in a row Phish’s cover of Snoop Dogg’s “Gin and Juice”. I don’t know why, there’s just something about a midwestern jam band covering Long Beach Hip Hop. Onward…I wore the Testosterone shirt to my Women in Theatre Class. Unfortunately, given the open admissions policy of the CUNY system, most of the idiets (fem. version of idiots) did not process the meaning of the word on my person. Fourtunately several did, and thought it was quite cute (unfortunately these were all friends…still). No one was outrightly offended or confrontational, in fact it was quite the contrary, several females asked when they could get the shirt, one wanting to give them out as holiday gifts. So while my intentions of creating a rucus were diffused, I managed to secure a couple orders for T-mag. Does this entitle me to a brand new MEDIUM t-shirt? I could use it in my, uhm, future socially motivated projects. It’s all anthropological…yeah. Lata.
"MB Eric: In just 8 days HE hits 21, and THEY hit the big red button."
-Eric