On a dark shirt, centered, in very small lowercase letters, the word meh. sits with a period at the end. That is the whole design….
The Period After ‘Meh’: On the Quiet Authority of a Four-Letter Shirt
On a dark shirt, four lowercase letters sit in large, bold white type: meh. The period is the part I keep returning to. Without it,…
The Beet Grows Downward: On ‘Let’s Root For Each Other’ and the Tyranny of Visible Progress
On a Tuesday afternoon in October, I opened a listing for a t-shirt and found a sentence wrapped around four smiling root vegetables. The words…
The Chihuahua and the Wolf: What ‘I Got That Dog in Me’ Gets Right About Ambition
On a cream shirt, the words I GOT THAT DOG sit above IN ME, split by a line break that makes the phrase feel like…
The Tomato Timer I Gave Away: Francesco Cirillo’s 25 Minutes and the Workday I Stopped Slicing
I gave my tomato timer away on a Tuesday afternoon, and the first thing I felt was not freedom. It was the low-grade guilt of…