I ...

... am wearing my new shirt. It's been brought from overseas by my doting parents. It's a Metallica shirt. It's got the word Metallica on, not a big surprise there, but it's in hebrew. And it makes me giggle for some reason. They managed to shape the hebrew letters accordingly, so there are sharp edges on it like the 'a' and 'm' in the original. It's funny.

Also, a skull. One must have a skull. It's not a good metal shirt without disturbing imagery.

I like metal shirts. It's fun to support your favourite bands, it shows something about you and it's colourful. Casual. Playful, even. Not boring, at least. I think that the t-shirt as a means of expression manages to help people recognise likeminded people. One might consider it uniform or infantile but to me it's an amusing way of seeing something of people. I also think there are subtle clues to someone's social standing in the shirt people wear, aside from the obvious conclusions one can draw about a person's hang-outs or hang-ups. Ancienty is expressed through the shirts age, obscurity and other content. How this exactly works, I do not know. But it's fun.

Also: I wrote this accompanied by katie Melua and Heather Nova, so shirts can be majorleague misleading too. Which is actually part of the appeal.