School of Twerk

Ran into this shirt somewhere—maybe saw someone wearing it, maybe just lodged it in my brain from the internet. Either way it won’t leave. Twerking’s been dead for a while, which is exactly the point. A graphic tee with a reference that’s already half-ironic doesn’t feel desperate. It just sits there, stupid and self-aware, the way clothes you actually want to wear tend to be. Not trying. Not reaching.