We can all appreciate the thought processes and intentions behind this image, but there is a fine line between creating an adorably cute piece of dry, witty live art satire and a two-and-a-half-foot tall bogan slogan.
Where does that fine line lie?
I have no idea, however I suspect that its location depends partially on whether your child has the poise, attitude and flair to carry the look off and whether you live in a trailer park.
Ironically, although the t-shirt in this image was artificially created some time ago for the express purpose of this tongue–in-cheek photo, we continued to dress our first, and now second child in this exact T-shirt long after the need for modelling had passed.
Can someone pass me that bourbon please?
Even more ironically, the concept has now been commercialised by Cotton On Kids, amidst some controversy. Now I can’t really put my finger on exactly why that doesn’t sit well with me, as I actually have no problem trampling on the supposed sanctity of pregnancy and parenthood and I also like the odd dose of shock therapy. But I think it has something to do with the commercialisation aspect (and the fact that I didn’t do it first).
Accepting that there is an undeniable element of sleaziness to these t-shirts, I might venture that if one personally, and lovingly, crafted a piece of risqué fashion for their infant, the sleaziness is somehow diminished. However when a big label begins acting as a purveyor of that sleaziness to others, it is akin to pimping.
Yet we really should put aside our objections, as these T-shirts could be of benefit to society as an effective means of identifying insidious outbreaks of redneckery within the community, something that makes easier the job of the burly mercenaries hired to enforce the National Redneck Relocation Program.
Where does that fine line lie?
I have no idea, however I suspect that its location depends partially on whether your child has the poise, attitude and flair to carry the look off and whether you live in a trailer park.
Ironically, although the t-shirt in this image was artificially created some time ago for the express purpose of this tongue–in-cheek photo, we continued to dress our first, and now second child in this exact T-shirt long after the need for modelling had passed.
Can someone pass me that bourbon please?
Even more ironically, the concept has now been commercialised by Cotton On Kids, amidst some controversy. Now I can’t really put my finger on exactly why that doesn’t sit well with me, as I actually have no problem trampling on the supposed sanctity of pregnancy and parenthood and I also like the odd dose of shock therapy. But I think it has something to do with the commercialisation aspect (and the fact that I didn’t do it first).
Accepting that there is an undeniable element of sleaziness to these t-shirts, I might venture that if one personally, and lovingly, crafted a piece of risqué fashion for their infant, the sleaziness is somehow diminished. However when a big label begins acting as a purveyor of that sleaziness to others, it is akin to pimping.
Yet we really should put aside our objections, as these T-shirts could be of benefit to society as an effective means of identifying insidious outbreaks of redneckery within the community, something that makes easier the job of the burly mercenaries hired to enforce the National Redneck Relocation Program.
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