Woman buys store's stock of offensive t-shirts

Isn’t that just supremely ironic?
I started paying close attention to censorship issues in the late 1990s while working on a project about telecommunications, journalism, and various forms of media. The cable service providers have repeatedly buried in their yearly statistics the fact that Utah (particularly southern Utah) area codes provide the most income for adult channel subscriptions and Pay-per-View porn. So which Utah activists are screaming to censor this stuff while maxing out their credit cards on the same stuff?

–G?!?

And the 7th grader in me chuckled at her last name of Cox.

If I were the store owner, I’d find an excuse to close the shop on days 58-60.

“Sorry – you didn’t return them in time! Come again!”

You would think the multiple pot-themed shirts (including one with a gigantic bud as the centerpiece) and the one with Jesus portrayed as an “Original Gangster” would incite more ire than some relatively tasteful lingerie model shots on t-shirts.

All of the above? :smiley:

I’m going with “clueless idiot,” but with one revision: “clueless rich idiot.”

You might think it, but that doesn’t mean it’s so. The Cosmic Aeroplane book store operated a virtual head shop (with lots of smoking paraphernalia) in Salt Lake City for years without problems, but the quasi-strip bars like the Jocord (where they could basically strip down to a bathing suit, and serve nothing stronger than 3.2 beer) got constantly harassed with nuisance issues and was finally shut down (asbestos in the ceiling tiles, they said). Pot didn’t arouse the same ire as blatant sex.

Odd place, Utah.

Not yet…

Looks like the best we can hope for is that she loses her receipt or one of her kids removes all the tags.

Possibilities?

The kids removed the tags so that these images could be sewn into their senior t-shirt quilts. (favorite t-shirts from the student’s life are collected, sewn into a quilt which goes off with them to college.)

Or, the nationwide publicity has made these particular t-shirts so collectible that the kids can sell them for a huge profit on Ebay.

:smiley:

“Clueless idiot - Utah division”. That should please most.

Or, the kids make similar shirts featuring those pics of mom they found in that shoebox in the attic.

The OP’s link to me to Target, but having read the story on another site the other day, yes, she is planning on returning the items in 60 days.

Also, the PacSun store she bought the shirts at wasn’t keen on selling the shirts to begin with and had refused to put up the posters for the display, but was required to have the shirts in the window. Apparently the entire small town is ultra conservative and the law there is on their side.

The store wasn’t too keen on having the shirts there to begin with and had refused to put up the posters that went with the display, but corporate would not allow them to not display the shirts.

Expect online sales to skyrocket. Good planning there, ma’am.

Once on a garden forum there was a poster who triumphantly announced that she’d bought up all of a store’s stock of seeds of a purportedly invasive plant.* Yet another piss-in-the-ocean feel-good gesture.

*which has been growing in the U.S. for hundreds of years more than the poster herself has been around.

Anyone else think it’s funny that she probably walked past a Victoria’s Secret – which would have mannequins in the same lingerie depicted on the t-shirts right out front in the display window – to walk into Pac-Sun and be offended about the t-shirts?

Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb.

This story appeared about the same time that the cover of Sports Illustrated was racier than any of those shirts. I wonder how many SIs she had to buy.

When vanna White appeared on the cover of Playboy with a bit of rear cleavage showing, the downtown news store in Salt Lake made up a display with lots of copies of the issue in their window

This issue:

As I’ve said, odd place, Utah.

Yeah, but the point wasn’t so much that it had ben on display in a store as that she kept it off her son (and other kids’ ) torso, where it could walk around and infect a lot of places.