The kids these days wear flashy shirts. They think it’s cute n’ cool to wear shirts with degrading words on them. They mock themselves with the shirts. As if one should take pride in applying societies worst stereotypes about their gender or social cast, as if it is honorable, as if when these words are expressed boldly and colorfully, larger than anything else on the shirt it is intended to impress. The joke is on them however, because the words are spelled out and not broken into text. To them it is like wearing a foreign shirt, words they cannot read, but a meaning that everyone gets. They think that since few can read it, that they can take the words and apply their own meaning to them. What was once a negative is now a positive. Yet, they would still slit the throat of any national male or female that would dare read their shirts aloud to them.
They make themselves easy targets to aggressive young nationals who like to walk around the streets of the city and go on ‘reading sprees’. Inevitably when the city patrol gets involved the young nationals pled ignorance. “What? I was only reading their shirt…they are the ones who have it on their shirt. If they didn’t want to be called that then why wear it?”