Ever the guardians of commerce, we had to bring your attentions to the latest addition to the Gawker t-shirt stable.
You need not know that it’s a tabloid inside joke about some Hamptonites cheat-fest. Instead, you can merely revel in the simple luxury of a well-crafted tee, handmade by the indigenous people of American Apparel, sub-sector G.
Whether in line at the club or the Jr. High cafeteria, boldly announce your come-hither, devil-may-care moxie to anyone within 30 yards. Curvaceous pink on a field of snappy bright blue.
Yours for $20 at Gawker Shop.