Seen today on a woman waiting in the lobby of the Public Defender’s office, a t-shirt that read “Don’t hate me because you ain’t me.”
And then I remembered all the other bad shirts I’ve seen in my line of work. The guy who wore the t-shirt that said “Fake titties taste funny” to juvie court. The woman I represented who decided to show up for her (slightly alcohol-related charge) court date wearing a “One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila, Floor” shirt. The guy who plead to an OVI wearing a t-shirt that listed the top 20 things not to say to a police officer, with such gems as “I wanted to be a cop, but I thought I’d graduate high school first.”
Have any of you seen someone wearing a t-shirt with a slogan that was completely inappropriate for where they happened to be at the time?
As many of you may know, I’m a student at Virginia Tech.
On April 16th, the day of the shootings, I was in lock-down all morning one building over from Norris Hall. When I got back to my dorm after the lock-down was lifted, I realized that I was wearing this shirt.
Saw a guy in court with a t-shirt that said “I can’t be good ALL the time”, he went to jail. My favorite graffiti can be found in the Yolo county court bathroom. Somebody wrote “Only God can judge me”. Somebody else wrote “He did, that’s why you’re here” Not sure that’s relevant but I have been looking for an excuse to share it.
What happened to him? 'Cuz I read a court case in my civil rights class about a guy (this being the ‘60’s) who wore a jacket to court with “Fuck the War” on it. And they dragged him out of the court and arrested him. Eventually he won his case. A word can’t be banned from governmental free speech. Fuckin’ A!
(Also raises the the question that when he brought up assholes they knew he was talking out them…hmmm)
One of those things that shouldn’t be funny given the circumstances, but I love it!
Not strictly a T-shirt story, but years ago I almost wore a Japanese-themed baseball jacket to an event heavily attended by Americans on the anniversary of Pearl Harbour. Still makes me shudder.
Also, I’ve got a T-shirt which just says “Army” on the front, but which I wear inside out now as it seems stupid to wear a thing like that as a fashion item when there are people fighting for real.
Pretty mild, but the last time I flew, I didn’t give a second thought to wearing this shirt until the security checker guy laughed about it. I got quite a few comments at the airport that day.
I took this photo in Cambodia in 2002. I can’t really think of any place it would be appropriate, but I wouldn’t give the guy very long to live if he touched down in Manhattan wearing it.
I occasionally have worn my Smiths’ “Meat Is Murder” t-shirt at barbeque joints. First time it was a coincidence; ever since it’s become my own little joke.
I’m sure Morrissey is looking to kick my ass over this.
Cohen v. California. It was “Fuck the Draft”, and he didn’t wear it inside the courtroom (just in the hallway). He was also convicted for disturbing the peace, not for contempt of court. I’d guess that there’s a significant difference between being arrested, in general, for political speech that happens to include a bad word, and being cited for contempt for wearing a purposefully insulting statement into an actual courtroom.
Not me, but my daughter showed up for her first day of (new, very competitive, boarding) High School wearing a T-shirt that reads “I was born intelligent, but education has ruined me.”
When I was young and stupid and flag burning was a hot button issue I wore my flag shirt emblazoned with the words “Burn Baby Burn” and the first amendment on the back. To Opryland. On military day.
I very nearly got my ass kicked, and probably should have for being such a dumb ass in the first place.
Background: These days my son is fine socially, and has plenty of friends. However, though a lot of his problems could be attributed to a hideously incompetent school counselor who has since left, there was a time when the school used to complain that our son didn’t have enough friends.
I have a t-shirt that proclaims “Does Not Play Well With Others.”
How badly I wanted to wear that to school conferences about our boy. I refrained, though.
My ex and I had a favorite restaurant called Lola’s. This was not just a place to put your face in the trough and chow down. This was fine dining. This was the heart of our relationship. This was what defined our very love for each other. It was us. It was “our” place.
Sometime after the breakup, she invited me over to visit with some mutual friends. When I got dressed, I threw on whatever shirt was next in the rotation.
