You can’t wear a “shirt” like that on a Motherf***in plane.
That’s me on the left circa 1999. My sister is the one on the right and I really hope she never finds out about me posting this photo. Let’s just keep it our little secret. Luckily, she doesn’t read my blog but if she is reading it, I just want to say- Happy Birthday Laura!
I was 19 when this photo was taken and appeared to be pretty happy with my wardrobe choice. I wish that I knew what I know now- when I was younger.
I didn’t so I decided to wear this mother-bleeping shirt on a mother-trucking plane.
I remember being so irate at two men who were cat-calling from the row behind mine. I did my best to ignore their caveman behavior while smiling apologetically to the conservatively dressed woman sitting beside me. These guys would not be ignored until I finally turned around to address them mid-flight. I thought perhaps, they would only understand grunts but it was satisfying to watch the color drain from their faces when I realized they did indeed, speak English. I simply said “You’re both old enough to be my father”. That shut them up.
In retrospect, I should never have been wearing that shirt on a plane or any other public place for that matter. If I’m lucky enough to have a daughter of my own, she’ll have to steal money out of my wallet to purchase a shirt like this and then sneak it in to her backpack while I’m not looking. I will always be looking though.
Ooh La La by The Faces